Horse Poet - Mustangs

Miles are left behind <br />The drumming of hooves <br />Can be heard across the plains <br /> <br />The wind whips through <br />The golden mane <br />The sleek muscles work with ease <br /> <br />The sun-yellow coat <br />Gleams with fire it’s own <br />The dust cloud marking the trail <br /> <br />The breeze gentle ripples the grass <br />While the legs of the stallion <br />Work up the ground with fury <br /> <br />The whole earth shakes with <br />The power that runs in the wind <br />Running stronger to race the world <br /> <br />Spread out behind, are a herd <br />The gray dust can just barely <br />Hide the gleaming coats <br /> <br />The wild ones, the Mustangs <br />Live the life on the wild prairies <br />And rugged mountains <br /> <br />Above shadow of the hidden life <br />An eagle cries above <br />The spread out grassland <br /> <br />The mustangs travel on <br />Their home is on the ranges <br />And among the trees <br /> <br />They are the heart of the land itself <br />Filled with spirit and power <br />Always and forever <br /> <br />This land shall be ruled by the <br />By the spirit and unbreakable heart <br />Of wild mustang<br /><br />Horse Poet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mustangs/