the gate wasn't shut
the pen was soon emptied
100 wild horses had broken
loose and gone, been freed
each one a beauty
good structure and tone
good texture and smell
and strong to the bone
they went as they came
on a wing with no prayer
they kissed me while passing
and ruffled my hair
i may see them again
as they run round and round
a lively lot, now free, unbound!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem