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Running Free By:Maleah Fick Golden forelock, Golden tail, This mare gallops Through wind and hail She lets out a whinny With contentness and glee For this mare is joyful She's running free
Pounding hooves into the sand, down on the beach where I lay my head. The smell of horses,like great perfume, wakes me up in miday June. The fresh summer brezze blows over my head, as the horses pass and I see them again. Every day I come back here, waiting and waiting, to hear the sound and the beats of the horses of chincoteague.
Poem by Emily Marton Their Hoofbeats hit the dirt, With Soft clouds of air puffing from their nostrils, Grace exceeding their Beauty, their strides long yet powerful, With long tangled manes and wiry dense tails flowing, they have their minds set on the day to come, to survive the harsh plains, so beautiful, yet so cruel. The young stay close, minds buzzing with fluffy tails and high pitched whinnies, their short strides quicken to keep up with the rush of yet another move, never knowing what the day may bring. but in the soft beating of their hooves, their Wild spirit will always be pure. because They are Wild horses. Wild Heart By Lacy Priest Her pounding hooves barely touched the ground, If she escapes, she'll never be found. The men's ropes are twirling, now flying throuth the air, Waiting to tighten 'round the neck of the mare. She sees it and cuts to the right, While the riders draw empty ropes back up tight. The men's horses are tiring, but she's fresh as a breeze. "She's drawing away," whispers the wind in the trees. Through the canyon, up the hill, "The men are beaten; she's safe"; the cardinals thrill! She'll never know bridle, blanket, nor saddle, And she won't ever help cowboys round up the cattle. 'Cause she's a wild one by name and by mark, The cowboys all round here call her The Wild Heart. Now that's the tale of the sorrel mare that never got roped, Because she evaded all the cowboys with her powerful 'lope. Running Free by Lindsey L Porubovich The wind whips through my mane like cold fire. I gallop across the earth with nothing in my mind but freedom. I am free and I am wild. I cannot be tamed. My breath is beginning to get shallow I’ve been running for so long. My pace is still the same The solid rhythm turns to hollow thuds. I leap over the brush to escape The beast is after me. I was born here and I know the land well I can out run any predator without misplacing a step, But this time is different and change makes my heart skip a beat. This beast is mounted on a brother and is coming fast. I slowly start to here an echoing to my foot steps. My muscles strain and my lungs gasp for breath. I make one last attempt. Suddenly I have new found strength and I surge ahead. I turn and weave and follow secret paths, Until I am out of breath, out of site. A shudder racks my body as I walk towards a pool of water I drink deeply and when I’m satisfied, I face my fears. That was close. I have known life this way all along. I cannot bear to think of what my life would be like Without running free. Wild Horses by Susan Kosicki
The beauty and grace of horses so free, to watch and to wonder how great it would be. A gallant,proud stallion leading his band, through the great mountains,across the white sand. In the wind they will run from dangers that come, wild horses they are until death of the sun. Poem by Lacie Marie Wiese If you follow the river around the bend Where the rainbow ends and life begins You'll find a mighty stallion The sire of a heavenly band He's red like the fire That burns within And white like the pure soul Confined in him He belongs to no one Nor ever will But you can hear the thunder of his hooves Then all is still Does this wonderous horse Live only in dreams? Or maybe in the bright sun As it beams Or maybe just maybe He lives in our hearts Forever and ever Never to part Unless we can release him And set him free Then this stallion of dreams Will always be Wild Horses by Morgan Leslee Anderson
They are in our hearts Yes me and you. Dancing in the crystal blue Their bodies flying Their hearts alike on the earth their hooves do strike With big wet eyes Standing with pride Come along you mares Stallions cried A nicker there A nicker here In their hearts They have no fear
With bit and pieces
Left in our hearts
These are what brings us through our lifes courses
Oh Wild Horses
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