Sun shining through dust Made unbrushed coats of gold. Their Hooves were of rocks So ancient and old. Their tails were of diamonds. Their manes like a FIRE Untouched and untamed and Unfenced in by wire!
They snorted and galloped And threw up more dust And ran by unheeded till Sunset was dusk. But they were only Ghosts Much too wild to mourn That their live counterparts From the Canyons are gone!