It is a poem about a horseman being able to communicate with a wild mustand mare...

He whispered.. he crooned
she whined.. under the winter moon,
He slapped at leather and muscles bunched,
She snorted and she ran a muck,
Tall and graceful she did abide,
His askful directions.. when he asked her to ride..
But headstrong was she the palomino gold,
He the master of ageless horses untold,
He whispered again..softer lower she did listen,
somewhat slower.. and she "understood"
written by: Melanie D. Calvert 12/ 06