From White Horses
by Hamish Henry
I saw them plunging through the foam,
I saw them prancing up the shore—
A thousand horses, row on row,
And then a thousand more!
In joy they leaped upon the land,
In joy they fled before the wind,
Prancing and plunging on they raced,
The huntsman raced behind.
What point of view does the author use in this poem?