Walking along the rocky desert on a glorious spring day,
I looked at the majestic mountains greeting the clear blue sky.
As I walked I stumbled and fell to the craggy desert floor. Beginning to stand up, and remove the earth from my pants, I couldn’t believe what I saw.
Two wild horses drinking from a water hole were standing so close to me. They shook their heads and let out a neigh until they saw me. Looking at me in fear, they took off like the wnd. The beauty and grace of these untamed beasts was something I'd probably never see again. . As their manes flew behind them and the thunder of the ground, I watched in awe and didn't make a sound.
Wild horses once ran freely against this untamed land. But as life would have it, more free spirits against their will were taken by Man.
The two I saw somehow escaped Man’s touch and for now, they were unfettered and free. And as I saw the natural beauty before me, I prayed that’s how it would always be.
Such a shame - much of our past is now but a memory . . . the pity.
Masterfully penned . . . thanks!
Best wishes,
Lance
You are so lucky to have seen them. My brother is out exploring Arizona most weekends, but he has never reported seeing Mustangs.
Ron
Time and again, Man's actions end up as a blight on this lovely gem of a planet. Your theme is much the same as the one I express in my last poem posted here. Thank you, Mary. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
Harold M. Nash
Sandie May :o)
I can invision what you were blessed to see, I have never seen wild horses, rode a few (wow thats fun!!)
I Love Your Photo...
Thanks For Sharing Your Wonderful Encounter Of Mother Nature With Us!!
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
John
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(