A Magnificent Horse by Elise Tisdale
I saw a horse today.
Not one of your sleek, gleaming beauties
that race across fields,
kicking up dewdrops that sparkle in the sunlight.
A brute horse.
One of the great, shaggy beasts
on giant hooves,
built for the labor the beauties never know.
But-do you know-
He was prancing.
Unashamed.
In praise of all he knew-
and defiance of all that he was.
And I raised my voice to the gods
that I might do so well.
