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I feel the spray on my face
And the joy in my Dapplesteed
smiling horse
as we gallop up the beach
no saddle, no blanket
only a rein
my bare heels touch his flank
knees gripping
as he pronks
by the
effervescent
surf
this is how freedom should taste
smell the kiss of salt in the air
happiness
kindly sun, breaking waves
a braided mane
come undone in the wind now we slow
and we walk
back through
the beach-head
sand
Ah, Dapplesteed
more than a horse, equine friend
sharing joy
you give your heart to a girl
no saddle, no blanket
only a rein
I’ll rub you down in your stall
you’ll eat oats.
Tomorrow
we can
have another
ride
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