Mustangs Poem by Ivy Schex

Miles are left behind
The drumming of hooves
Can be heard across the plains
The wind whips through
The golden mane
The sleek muscles work with ease
The sun-yellow coat
Gleams with fire it’s own
The dust cloud marking the trail
The breeze gentle ripples the grass
While the legs of the stallion
Work up the ground with fury
The whole earth shakes with
The power that runs in the wind
Spread out behind, are a herd
The gray dust can just barely
Hide the gleaming coats
Of the wild ones, the Mustangs
The life of the wild prairies
And rugged mountains
The shadow of the hidden life
An eagle cries above
The spread out grassland
The mustangs travel on
Their home is on the ranges
And among the trees
They are the heart of the land itself
Filled with spirit and power
Always and forever
The land shall be ruled by the
Wild mustang