What delight
To back the flying steed
That challenges the wind for speed! 
Seems native more of air than earth
Whose burden only lends him fire
Whose soul, in his task, turns labour into sport;
Who makes your pastime his!  I sit him now.
He takes away my breath! He makes me reel.
I touch not earth - I see not - hear not
All is ecstasy of motion!

~ James Sheridan Knowles ~

Ride a wild horse
against the sky
hold tight to his wings 

before you die
whatever else you leave undone—
once ride a wild horse
into the sun. 

~ Hannah Kahn ~

Somewhere in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some paradise where horses go,
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.

~Stanley Harrison