The Bushman’s Steed

Along winding dusty tracks,

The Bushman proudly rides,

High upon his Nobel steed,

With its smooth, chestnut hide.

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His long mane’s lightly tangled,

From winds and stormy rain,

A flick of his great mighty head,

Then He’s ready to go again.

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His strong, long muscular legs,

After big, tiresome days do ache,

Following a night of rest and care,

Through many more he’ll make. 

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Sporting a soft muzzle, neck and ears,

Filled with characteristic grooves,

A strong, leather saddled back,

And well shod, sturdy hooves.

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He’s loyal to only his master,

And enjoys a fresh grass snack,

Tries his best in every terrain,

Endurance he does not lack.

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For this mighty stallion’s pride,

Radiates from deep within his core,

A beastly being many view in awe,

Agape only to whom he may deeply adore.

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