They're as wild and free as the wind
Their beauty so lovely to behold
They will never be tamed to ride
Never be bought or sold

It's to the high country they go
Depending not on man for their needs
They are a certain kind
A rarity in their breed

Reaching the top of the mountain
They've come from the hot valley below
Looking for the cool summer breeze
That always seems to blow

They graze on the lush green grass
That's abundant in the mountains they love
The clear icy streams of water
Coming down from the snows above

Come winter they'll leave the high country
And come back to the valley below
Where the weather will be much warmer
And the cold North wind will cease to blow

Melva

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Psalm 37:4
Delight thyself also in the Lord: and He
shall give thee the desires of thine heart.