This wild and shaggy pony breed
Has now become the landscape
A moving symbol of the park
And all you?ll ever need.
A grown and wilder family pet
That runs whenever called
With sharp and bolting backward jumps
Unframe our ruled mind-set.
This beast that roams the seasons free
Shakes off the snow and rain
And eats whatever blades it wants
And lets the other roamers be.
Its bite and kicking natural charm
Disturbing when disturbed
It plays with its own mongrel kind
It owns the lands we will not farm.
Our National Park that does not speak
Our Dartmoor darting pony
It plants its flag of truth and truce
Explore and take a peek.