Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse -Perhaps you have seen him before;
Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has
Through the moonlight that floats on the floor
For it's only at night, when the stars twinkle bright,
Constantly near you,
I never in my entiresixty-four years knew you so well as yesterdayor half so well
We talked
you were never so lucid, so disengaged from all exigenciesof place and time
He’s an old grey horse, with his head bowed sadly, And with dim old eyes and a queer roll aft,
With the off-fore sprung and the hind screwed badly, And he bears all over the brands of graft;
And he lifts his head from the grass to wonder...
i would sit in the center of the world,
the Black Hills hooped around me and
dream of my dancing horse. my wife
was Black Shawl who gave me the daughter