Gray met gray on that misty morn
On the embattled fields of Ocracoke isle
As two Shetlands roamed their Shakleford Banks
In the shadow of a Silver Lake.
When Spirit joined in the famed Merlin
The two made four and four made eight
Till the salt earth quaked a hundred strong
In the shadow of a Lookout Cape.
But on that morn another mustang joined,
A finer stallion with a swarthy mane
A majestic steed that danced and preened
A glorious gait untrained.
He danced and preened like the Shadowfax King!
Till the crowd arose with glee
And Shackleford shook with astonished delight
as Arod bowed graciously.
For a brief moment in time
it seemed his eye met mine,
then he vanished as he came,
And I thought “Tis right
he’s left alone for such beauty
remain best untamed.”
On misty morns
Remembrance reminds
Of that place where
The horses run free,
Of this imperial prince’s
Flaunty show prance,
and I smile to myself gratefully.
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