A Horse Wants Its Freedom

Another poem written by Jackie Paulson.  Enjoy!

The graceful arc of his neck,
His muscles all straining,
The wind at his back,
While it’s pouring down raining.
The loss his mate,
Those humans he hates,
For they caught her with a string.
He had seen it before,
Much to his dismay,
He knew it was in store,
For his pretty blood bay.
The saddle and harsh bit,
The large men breaking her in,
Jostling about on her back where they sat,
To him it was a sad, cruel sin.
Her spirit would be broken,
She would lose all her fight ,
Nothing to hope in,
No freedom in sight.
A neigh was heard in the distance,
His answer conveyed dignity,
He resumed a proud stance,
For on the horizon it was she, Free!

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