A Mother's Prayer Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

From out of the mist
there came an equine gray shadow
birthed from a stray
wayward seed
A wild child stallion
The finest of his breed
Not harnessed or saddled
no whips going crack
Onward he travels
with the wind to his back
Spaced, metronomic
his four hooves keep the beat
Heart's a thump pumpin'
a high kick to his feet
In his veins there are legends
ancient as the fern, fauna
sagebrush and trees
As well as all of which crawls
swims, slithers or stings
With no master to
beat, break, shred
or defeat him
The Great Horse Spirit
guides him here, and about
All five senses aroused
His charge on the ready
carefully mapping his legacy out
He rally's to rise
upon Saturday's sin
Unmatched beauty without
horse power within
He grazes where he wants
Tastes love til he tires
His song's on the gentle breeze
His trail's on fire

Wild child stallion
majestic and free
If ever earmarked
to be broken or shackled
may his gate be sure
his gallop swift
his body and mind
at rest
peacefully
in the far distant future
flash, frozen-stiff


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