Flowers by the meadow
It seemed trampled by a sideshow
But who let them out there?
It looks like the stable’s gate broken
Maybe the horses broke it open?
But what a sight
And my feelings suddenly overexcite
To see horses walking with proud strut
And with a lofty proud gait
I was for a moment entranced
With this magical chance
Their manes glistening
On this Sunday delightful morning.