The Horse Left Behind

Between the ocean and the bay,
On an island not far away,
Groups of wild horses run
Over the land in the afternoon sun.

There are horses to follow and a horse straight ahead,
With a shaggy long tail and a mane on his head.
Through marshes and puddles from the rain’s last pour,
Is a young pony whose hooves got so sore.

He played in the park with the clovers to find
The group had gone forward and left him behind.
And the storm had come back, the sky was getting dark,
But the horse was alone in the marshy, wet park.

Then he heard a sound, hooves, making a thump!
And the horse galloped off toward the sound with a jump!
Because of the sound, he found his way home,
But never again would the little horse roam.