From Ancient Tribes of Kara Kum
for Sweet Water Farm
The ancient tribes of Kara Kum held dear to them these gems—
The noble mares and stallions of old Turkmenistan.
With gilded coats and fiery eyes they strode with chiseled grace—
Perfection sprung from desert sand, a pure and noble race.
His coat is matched by inner fire, as his spirit shows.
He burns to run, to move, to go to lengths untold by man—
This noble steed now cherished far from old Turkmenistan.
His grandfather, and his before, and on through all of time—
Each one was cherished in his way and by his own proud tribe.
Today they live in lustrous strength, they flourish in new lands,
The noble akhal-teke from the blowing desert sands.
His proud ancestral memory speaks loudly in his heart—
Enduring, fleet and graceful, he remains a horse apart.
His sinewy and silken hide, his hooded eagle gaze—
The akhal-teke, cherished once, is still cherished today.