Cock your head, colt, and paw and paw
the tinsels moon strewn on lake and land.
Raise your tired-of-grazing head
up and up, and challenge and charge
the hoof hurt heavens!
Prance and dance your pounding sound
pistons on the teasing earth,
beating her dare down to the moon shades,
the mighty, misty moon shades of the woodland.
Snort and sing, look and sing
at the sounding, echo bounding fields,
the breathing, beam sprinkled, bale bringing fields.
Hark to the whispering hoppers’ humming.
see far into the loud, lonely land
and shimmering, shining mirrors of the moon.
Then grasp the great ground flying,
and gripping go running close,
back clinging to your clothing big mare mother.