Brays Of Our Lives

Words from Rambo to his Human 

What were horses made to do? 

To live within a herd—

To eat, to play, to race about, 

To speak without a word.

What were horses made to love?

Sweet grass, good friends, and space—

The pleasure of good company,

a playful game of chase.

If I had been a wild horse,

I would have led a band; 

Been kicked and bitten here and there,

But gained the upper hand. 

I’m glad I’m tame, and wasn’t born

To rove for rugged miles—

A lonely life it would have been, 

Without your human smile. 

You help me as a good friend should, 

You groom my tender parts,

You take me out to stretch my legs

You love my good, brave heart.

A Morgan is a horse, it’s true,

Unmatched for strength and brains—

Throw hybrid vigor in, you get

A horse was born to reign.

I’m special, friend, I know I am—

I’m bold and smart and strong—

But you, dear one, complete my herd, 

It’s here that you belong.