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Sitting on a wooden fence.

A large meadow in front,

And a small woods behind me.

Rolling hills in the distance.

Bright green grass

And wildflowers of all colors

Cover the meadow.

A sound much like thunder

Grows louder as it comes nearer.

A herd of horses gallops past

In a mix of black, gray, roan, palamino, appaloosa, and bay.

They stop to graze

Not very far away.

Newborn foals race and jump and play.

The lead stallion stands guard,

Alert and catious for any danger nearby.

I watch for some time,

Then they start running again.

I wish I could run with them

And be like they are.

Wild and free.