Wild horses running free
where the open plains meet the sky...
I see them clearly in my mind
and long for those days gone by;

When they would storm the dusty trails
with their heads held high with pride;
hoofs echoing like approaching thunder
until nothing could break their stride.

Their blanket was the starlit night,
their harness was the wind,
their free spirits roamed like gypsies,
so no fence could hem them in.

Freedom was the inherent right
of these wild souls filled with fire;
To remain untamed by the hand of man
was their burning heart's desire.

I still can see them running free
with their manes glistening at dawn,
and wonder, as I trace this memory;
Where have the wild horses gone?

Poem by Kat © 2007
Used with permission!