"I am a free spirit... either admire me from the ground, or fly with me... but don't ever try to cage me." ~ Author Unknown ~ Wild Mustangs Miles are left behind The drumming of hooves Can be heard across the plains The wind whips through The golden mane The sleek muscles work with ease The sun-yellow coat Gleams with fire it’s own The dust cloud marking the trail The breeze gently ripples the grass While the legs of the stallion Work up the ground with fury The whole earth shakes with The power that runs in the wind Running stronger to race the world Spread out behind, are a herd The gray dust can just barely Hide the gleaming coats. The wild ones, the Mustangs Live the life on the wild prairies And rugged mountains. Above shadow of the hidden life An eagle cries above The spreads out over the grassland. The mustangs travel on Their home is on the ranges And among the trees. They are the heart of the land itself Filled with spirit and power Always and forever This land shall be ruled By the spirit and unbreakable Heart of wild mustangs. ~ Horse Poet ~ © Tina's Prayer Gate November 25, 20117