Owned

Graceful as a ballerina

Across the fields of prairie grass

Delicate and smooth her skin

Hair blowing gentle in the wind

Hooves thudding against the ground

A slow and steady beat

Patterns of white on brown

Black mane dangling down

More beautiful than man himself

A different kind of wealth

Freedom blowing through her legs

Saddle free again

What life could be more ideal?

And yet a darkness does surround

The locked gates fencing all around

Freedom with a limit

Freedom with a price

All alone she'll run and why

To ignore the chains that hold her tight

She feels free of course

But she is just a human's horse

When I lived in Swan River I did a lot of walking.  There was this farm I used to go past everyday.  There behind gate was a beautiful horse.  There was also 1 goat and one sheep.  Every time I saw this horse I wanted to cry.  What a lonely life!  No other horse to keep it company.... I never saw anyone ride her or even out on the field.  I swore to myself I would never do that to an animal... leave it alone without companionship... Like people animals also get lonely.... what an empty life.