KING OF THE CANYON
He stood alone on a bare, black rock, Strong, beautiful, defying capture; He seemed a part of that canyon wild, Tossing his head in triumphant rapture. A wild horse, leader of his kind. With arching neck and flowing mane, The moonlight shone on his glossy sides, A monarch, king of his domain. He raised his head to the stars above him, Giving vent to a, joyful neigh, That filled the canyon with its echoes, Then into silence died away. Alas, that such a free-willed creature, To a hunter's rope must fall; Taught to curb its flcry nature, Neper to be free at all. —Original, by “Peachblossom,” Greytown.
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Dominion, Volume 27, Issue 146, 17 March 1934, Page 23
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111KING OF THE CANYON Dominion, Volume 27, Issue 146, 17 March 1934, Page 23
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