Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Wild Horse Poet

The Wild One
by Laura


I'm a wild horse, a mustang
Roaming the hills of the Nevada range.
I'm free like an eagle,
Runnin' over long prairies and splashin' through small rivers.
I'm fast like the wind
And no one can stop me
Except my biggest enemies
- humans.

They'll never let me return to wilderness
If they ever catch me and take me into one of their small corrals.
They'll train me and try to tame me
And they'll break my heart.
They'll expect from me to carry heavy saddles and people.
They'll ride me and let me go after cattle.
They'll gimme enough of water and food
And they'll gimme a home.

But they'll never gimme the home I love,
The home I long for and the home I belong to.
They'll never gimme the wildness back.
And every night I'll dream the same dream
- the dream of a world only made for wild horses.


Laura is one of my long-time readers. She's fourteen and lives in Germany.
I thought you'd enjoy this wild horse poem from someone whose heart is with the horses, though she lives halfway around the world from them.

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