I’d like to draw a picture, but have no pencil, pen or ink

So there’ll be no lines or circles, just the thoughts I have to think

At the start there are his muscles that move him through the air

Flexing underneath a coat of chestnut colored hair

His eyes are like dark marbles staring back at you

And his ears twitch nervously as he gets a better view

He shakes his massive head and flicks his tail at flies

Pounds his hooves into the ground as round the ring he tries

To escape the man who’s got a whip that makes a cracking sound

(It won’t actually hurt him – it’s just to move him ‘round)

For today’s his day of training how to let a person ride

So the bridle is all ready and the saddle’s by his side

Freedom was much better and it’s there he’d like to stay

Running with the mustangs just like yesterday

He’ll have a different life now and will carry folks, of course

It’s not much of a drawing, just a picture of a horse.