There i stood
in an open range,
i thought to myself
this all seemed strange.
It was because i was different
than all the rest,
i looked in no way like
my friends of the west.
While i sat amongst them
as an outcast,
i noticed that these friends
were'nt really fast.
Why did i look different
and were the others so slow,
why was i alone
while the other were in tow.
I soon found the anwers
on who i might be,
i was a very rare horse
that roamed the land free.
People try to get close
to get a good view,
but never succeed
because it's running i do.
I am admired by many
across the country,
and when they speak of me
they call me, The Black Beauty