Rounded Up Mustang Blog Archive on November 2, 2009, 7:55

by Violet Inkpen, age 13

Looking into those eyes I see a fire burning,
Looking into that heart I see a deep yearning.
Looking into that face I see an urge to fly,
Looking at those strong legs I do not wonder why.

To be free is a beautiful thing!
Galloping like you had wings!
To be caught, trapped, trapped in a chain
With nothing to loose and no one to gain.

Life isn’t always a fairy tale.
Not all horses are free to sail!
Looking into those eyes I see a captive’s sigh.
I wish that I could help this caught mustang

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