Earth-bound colt, son of Pegasus,
drifting dreamily across the meadow –
fetlock deep in springing turf;
tasting April in the grass;
have the white swans flying overhead arresting your gaze,
stirred memories of fabled days; the sweet taste of Parnassus?
Do those wing-beats, slow and strong,
pulsate in your earth-held heart
as you gallop, swerving wildly headlong,
soaring in your equine soul, god-like, with Bellerophon
to Olympus and Mount Helicon?