Brave Stallion

Your spirit was not born on the open plains

But rather in the artists heart

Unborn as of yet behind an empty canvas

I searched for inspiration from my memories past

And heard the pounding hooves from my heart

Beyond the smell of my oil based paint

The gesso and the thinners

Reminiscent aroma fills my senses

With a scent so sublime

Of earth, wind and strength

The odor of the equine

On my palette I mix the medium

The ocher, Indian red and sienna

And with brush, knife and the tips of my fingers

I bring this form to life

The proud stance and rippling muscles

Are fervently laid in as detail

And a final touch, a hue of pearl white

My secret mix to add your majestic high light

Then with the tiniest of brushes

As thin as a horses hair

I wave in the flow of your mane

And bring my steed to life

My proud Brave Stallion

You were the center piece of the show

And now you are born and set free

To gallop through the artists soul