A Mostly Padron Poem

ML MOSTLY PADRON: THE PROMISE
written by Frances T. Butler - copyright 2003

The makings of a legend
In a colt
Whose beauty,
Like the desert moon
When full,
Can touch the soul.
A chestnut of so
Deep a hue, his coat,
When kissed by light,
Glistens
Like rich mahogany;
Steel sheathed
In silk and satin finer
Then the richest Persian rug;
Mane tinged with red and gold;
Lightning lightly
Streaking down a face
Sculpted by a Master hand;
A stallion blessed with
Eyes like desert pools,
Liquid,
Dark with mystery,
Deep wells of kindness
That reveal a gentle soul;
Tight, strong body,
A study
In perfect symmetry,
Arch of neck reflected
Proudly
In the carriage
Of his tail;
The poetry of motion
In every stride:
He floats on air,
Nostrils wide to taste the breeze.

The wind whispers
His lineage,
Pays homage to his line.
The past and the present
Of his breed
Are focused in his blood;
The promise of the future
Lies in his seed.