rich in horses

we had snow horses and we had saw horses — both melted

we had stuffed horses and we had stick horses — they decayed

we had skid horses and we had mules — both became obsolete

we rode saddle horses and some of us rode brocs

there were horses in our eyes but more in our heads

we had stories and bet on horses, and sometimes they became one

we had many horses but never owned one

we had bold horses and we had silent ones

we had hunters, saddle and pack horses

we rose small, swift buffalo runners

and drove lumbering Belgian skid horses

we had many horses but never owned one

we rose horses and they raised us