Unbridled Poem by Terry Hoffman

With mane blowing in the wind,
the mustang raised his head,
scenting breezes to protect
the band of mares he led.

Tamed by Indians long ago,
then set free once again.
Took to wilds with their hooves
to freely roam the plain.

They were hunted by the ranchers
To make room for the cows
Chased and shot where're they roamed
Unwritten law allows.

Now free to run, play and breed;
they'll never know the bit.
Now that they are protected,
Mankind sees where they fit.