The Bushman’s Horse

Along winding dusty tracks,
The Bushman proudly rides,
High upon his Nobel steed,
With its smooth, chestnut hide.

His long mane's lightly tangled,
From winds and stormy rain,
He flicks his great mighty head,
Then He's ready to go again.

His strong, long muscular legs,
After big, tiresome days do ache,
Following a night of rest and care,
Through many more he'll make. 

He's a soft muzzle, neck and ears,
Filled with characteristic grooves,
A strong, leather saddled back,
And well shod, sturdy hooves.

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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