THE RED BEAUTY

THE RED BEAUTY

The swift, red beauty,
the glowing red coat,
the beautiful eyes,
and those ears.

He is fast as lightning,
with those powerful legs,
he seems to prance
when he trots!

The red coat shines,
golden in the sun,
he looks like fire,
from where I watch.

Those beautiful eyes,
stare adoring at me.
His eyes filled with trust and love,
as he protects me.

Ears upright,
as straight as the ruler.
He stands there alert,
to hear for any danger.

The red beauty stands there,
guarding me day and night.
No one can separate our bond,
that is deep down our hearts.

Apoorva Rao

Painted Pony

Painted Pony

Song For The Horses: Native American Chant Style

If we forget our way, we have forgotten

the horse is not bridled by the rainbow anymore.

Running on the ancient paths, we remember who we are.

We are strangers in our own land

but we live in the Land’s ways

and make it our own again.

Oh beautiful horse, I see you and say:

rustle the grasses with your presence,

cloud the sky with your eyes,

cloak the mountain with your hair,

beat the rainbeat with your hooves,

take the rainbow in trade for us,

for we, your children

are left behind.

excerpts from poem by Sheri Rene Watson