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Poetry: Horses

by Lisa Beach

WILD HORSES

[for Terry]

The wild horses

toss sweat-slickened manes

as their hooves splash -

through shallow pools:

Mankind would tame and

break them if it could.

Using harness and ropes

wet with ocean salt that stings

Island wind whips

across black and roan

bucking backs, the fear of ropes

and wanting to stay free

Hooves pound, and fiery eyes flash

As it starts to rain

Men will have to try again

On a warmer island day

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