Freedom

Back in my stable, 

The dried hay seems warmer 

Then the grass;

The bars fence my boundaries 

And lay me secure, 

The bridle is off

The last piece 

That sets me free.

Tomorrow at dawn 

The saddle be back 

Girdles and reins with stirrups 

To balance the odds.

We shall trot and gallop

In the free wind and meadows

As you command, 

Freedom reined in

This vastness is bound.