Legends of the Foal

With the Zephyr winds, old drifter, in a

Transit of a moon, a solar eclipse, the rare, like the

Legends of the foals. And as the

Sun rises over the Rocky Mountains, and its rays radiate

on the hair coat and mane, in the air there's a transit, like a sun returning home. All grown

like the Rocky Mountains, he's still sporting them silvered dapple genes with a moon in transit

He was just like Barbie, too much party flash, the wild burrow, only for a while, till Auntie

Cha-Cha came in to keep the peace. You see, back in January when they lost Java, J.R.'s

mama to the bitter cold

Now when the sun goes down over the Rocky Mountains, folks

of Gardnerville and the town of Shingle Springs can see the light in his eyes, a