The Bronco
On a hill the Bronco stands
Regarding the rising sun.
Nostrils quiver for the scent of his brothers and sisters,
Lost in the wind.
The Bronco knows his duty.
If strength is required, his hooves are hard.
If softness is needed, a nuzzle will be given.
His eyes are clear, focused, watchful.
He knows those who have gone before
And he honours their names and their glories.
He knows others will come after.
For there have always been, and will always be, Broncos.
His heart is massive.
His body ripples with power.
And his courage knows no bounds.
On a hill the Bronco stands
Strong.
