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Against the winds within the air
Gallops heard like thunderous prayer
Across the virgin land they roam
Creating breezes in the loam

For there amongst the sky of blue
Their spirits flow with love anew
Within the past in clouds of dust
In tribute to their wanderlust

Land they roamed all sacred ground
Each piece of earth now spirit bound
Drenched in paths that they have made
Their spirits never fade away

So when you see a cloud of thunder
Upon the earth the roar of wonder
Know the journey of their worth
The glory of their Mother Earth.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
Copyright March 29, 2004
Šused with permission