Filly brushed againge Mares side
Stallion and Colt long over due
Torn from the stable in a storm
Mare ridden hard, though bad weather
To the stall stallion and colt return
By dawns break the colt is gone
Broken stall is all that's left
Stallion now broken steed is made
No more to ride the open range
In darkest hours the Stallion stands
Guard over Filly, a gentle man
By day duty, bold, admired
By night haze of tears, laughter
Duality gelding the stables head
Till Colt return and dawn breaks
Faithful Filly work horse, duty
Time to run the ranges.
