Phar Lapse

Phar Lapse ( distant thunder )

she will not be beaten
her feet beat the earth
even the wind contests her
faster she will be the future
her soul knows not quit
down now and down again
her heart to her feet
she paws the ground
each fiber straining
her pulsed heart beat
she screams her silent praise

she will not be beaten
her nostrils suck the air
her nose stretched to get her there
her shoulder against heaven
her heart there too
each limb clawing with hoof and shoe
dirt scatters to clear her path
night smiles to see her pass

earth falls and there's a song
and wind though her mane
she is fire and passion hot
that horse that will be beaten not

Copyright 8/97 Sean