Fiery nostrils flaring, sniffing for danger the mustang checks throughout his kingdom he can smell something, a stranger eyes glinting he heads for freedom
He stands in silhouette at the top of the hill and screams his defiance for all to hear the men gathered for the round up thrill to see him standing there without peer
The mustang whirls and from sight he flees mane flapping, tail streaming what a picture the men follow but its like they are on donkeys they pull up and watch him go in rapture
For yet another day maybe much more he's free to roam where he desires he heads off to pastures new on the moor leaving men to dream around their campfires
Hi shadow, Well this is it, The mustang stays free and wild as it belongs. Really liked this one. He'll be free for more than a day. Catch you later. MIKE.
ladyjewelDurban, KwaZulu-Natal South AfricaJun 18, 2013
lovely and can almost see him
shadow1950OPtaunton, Somerset, England UKJun 18, 2013
hi Mick tnx dear free yes best way always
Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoJun 18, 2013
What a thrill that must be if you ever got the opportunity to ride one of those wild mustangs.Sending warm greetings your way
john17021984campbelltown, New South Wales AustraliaJun 20, 2013
A beautiful poem Linda, the mustang is a leader of horses and is very hard to catch and outsmart, this is a good desciptional poem I feel and it says it all, you never disappoint me. love...John
shadow1950OPtaunton, Somerset, England UKJun 21, 2013
dearest M.M ty dear friend yes a thrill indeed the wind blowing through your hair a you race along hmmm
shadow1950OPtaunton, Somerset, England UKJun 23, 2013
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Well this is it, The mustang stays free and wild as it belongs. Really liked this one. He'll be free for more than a day.
Catch you later.
MIKE.