Forever Free (a poem)
(Coaldale, Alberta, Canada)
Photo credit: Khfalk via I'd Pin That
Stallion leaps, a shrieking cry
Fills the air and makes her cry
Lasso whirls, flies through the wind
Over his head to get him pinned
He bucks and whinnies, snorts and leaps
With each new terror, the girl weeps
The stallion fights, unbroken, unbended
His wild life is still not ended.
The girl is crying, full of anger
At these men who call themselves wranglers
She yells and shouts and shakes her fist
And puts them down on her hate list.
But no such anger helps the stallion,
His head hangs low, the silver medallion
That he deserves is still not gone
The wild stallion sings his song.
Over the desert, the sagebrush, sky
The stallion shouts his war cry
A mighty leap and burst of speed
The pain and fear he pays no heed.
The girl is smiling, waving, happy
No longer feels just quite so crappy
She waves goodbye to her stallion dear
And watches the trail of dust slowly clear.
She turns around and now heads homeward
The stallion is wild, will never be lured
By a life of restriction; forever will he
Live in the desert, forever free.