Spirit

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Spirit

It was at first light
I saw Spirit move through the trees
A silhouette of strength and beauty
Framed by the autumn leaves

Through the fields to nowhere,
Unbridled Spirit ran
Free as her back had never known
The weight of saddle nor of man

Spirit’s song I heard
Though not a word was spoken
My glimpse of grand splendor
Watching Spirit run– pure and unbroken.

Spirit running

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