The buckle flashed in setting sun,
Like a pound of silver newly shined.
It was well earned, for he strove hard,
to leave the others behind.
His horse breathed hard,
As he settled beside his master.
He knew his place, he was the best,
Because he was so much faster.
His horses dark brown coast,
Contrasted with white snow,
They were the perfect team,
Anybody would know.
He adjusted his belt buckle,
Rode off into the night,
Tall and proud in his saddle,
Glowing with a confident light.
A man with his horse.
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