Friend, like a flying bird is my horse, Like a flying bird is my horse as we run Hunting the wild herds over the sage, Over the trampled sage in the sun! Swifter than buffalo, swifter than deer, My spotted horse, painted with sacred dyes; With the speed of a swallow he ranges the plain, Like a Thunderbird streaked with the lightning he flies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHARACTER OF HOLLAND by ANDREW MARVELL OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY A PENNY'S WORTH OF POESY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MINSTREL OF THE SUN by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER SPIRITUAL WORSHIP by BERNARD BARTON A SLEEPY SONG by CARRIE JACOBS BOND THREE LULLABIES by FRED EMERSON BROOKS |