In a field where wild winds blow
Stands a pony with bracken in its mane
And heather at its feet
A beauty even in the snow and rain
It is a creature of the earth
Standing in a meadow of dreams
And in the rays of the morning sunlight
Its coat shines supreme
Amongst the whispers of the grass
The pony, with eyes of liquid gold
And a spirit so wild
Stands alone in the heat and the cold
In its mane bracken dances in the breeze
And at its feet a carpet of heather
Is this a dream or reality
A pony and natures domain eternally bound together.