A True Mustang

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on July 21, 2009, 8:00

by Allison, age 13

The horse reared up, baring his teeth,
Looking wrathfully down at his victim beneath.
The predator looked up into his big brown eyes,
And answered the horse with retreating cries.

The stallion smiled down at the foal by his side
She was his daughter, his joy, his pride.
He would protect her with his heart and soul,
And she would love him, would make him whole.

The mighty horse ran across the plain
He held his head high; let the wind toss his mane.
A symbol of power, with fire in his heart
He is majestic,