Wild Horses
Brooklyn Ramer
In fields of green and open skies, The horses run, majestic and wise. Their coats glisten in the sunlight, Their hooves pounding with all their might. With grace they move, so swift and strong, Their beauty captivating all who long To witness such a sight so grand, As they gallop across the land. Their mane flowing in the wind, A symbol of freedom for those pinned By walls and routines that bind them tight, The horses roam under endless light. They are creatures of power and grace, Rulers of the vast, open space. Each step they take is a dance divine, A symphony played by nature’s design. Oh, how I envy their untamed spirit, How I long to join them and be near it. To ride on their back through fields of gold, And feel the magic that they behold. For horses are not just beasts to tame, But beings deserving honor and acclaim. They carry within them a fire untamed, A spark that cannot be named. So let us admire these creatures supreme And cherish them as part of our dream. For in their presence we find release From the burdens that weigh upon us like grease.
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