by Marilyn Knowles Wilke

Created on: April 05, 2009   Last Updated: April 15, 2009

Untamed horses in their glory,
such a beauty we do behold;
wild and free until captured,
some young and some are old.

Horses of many colors,
galloping among every breed;
hoping to sustain their freedom,
and to multiply their seed.

Their beauty puts us in awe,
their grace amazes most;
if only their leader could talk,
surely, he would boast.

How awesome is their beauty,
as they continue their dance;

wild and free they're prancing,
with the beauty of romance.

As the leader boldly guides them,
hoping to guide them to a safe place;
that's only shared by other breeds,
not invaded by the human race.

Angered by human intruders,
they put up a heated fight;
taking away their freedom,
never seems to be right.

As their bold heads rise up,
hooves waving in the air;
trying hard to avoid humans,
running far away from there.

Wild and free upon the mountains,
hiding in the valleys below;
wanting freedom to gallop,
few places left to go.

Their beauty is a wonder,
their grace and stance amaze;
hiding high above to watch them,
sometimes gazing for many days.

Wild, free and seldom tame,
even whisperers do not apply;
for some wild horses stay that way,
until the day they die.

Sometimes they gallop so fast,
they appear as a flash of light;
if their land is ever taken away,
this just would not be right.

Animals of many kinds,
are lacking in places to go;
if man would only leave them alone,
they would have their space to grow

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