for Liana
As a horse raises its head, preparing for a run,
so she looks, when confronted by challenge.
As its eyes are soft and caring and gentle,
so hers look when they chance upon a friend.
As it trots gracefully across the open fields,
so she moves in her dancing.
As it gallops with vigour and life,
so this is apparent in all she does.
As it jumps without fear over hurdles,
so she lives her life, alive with spirit and spunk.
Grazing is something she does not do.
Like a wild horse, she will never be caged.
NICE WORK
ON THID ONE