# Wild Spirit

Author: ShingetsuMoon
Tags: Horse, Poem, Wild horse, mustang

#8 of Poems

Just a poem I wrote about horses.

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Who can tame the horse?  
Who runs across earth and sand  
Who dares bridle its might?  
Who will raise their hand?

Fierce as raging sandstorm.  
Fast as the fiercest winds.  
Strong as a dozen men.  
It does not lend its strength to just anyone.

Try and break its spirit if you dare.  
Try and saddle the proud stallion  
or the screaming fearsome mare.

These are not pets to come  
running at your beck and call.  
They demand your respect  
or you will not have them at all.

They bow to no one not even  
those who would be their master.  
Accept them as your equal  
or accept them not at all.

They run like the wind  
and laugh at mortal man.  
They go into battle with more  
bravery then the mightiest of soldiers.

Wild souls who race along the winds currents.  
Whose strength and spirit remains unbroken.  
They would die for those they love,  
but only for those who see them as they are.

Try and break their spirit if you must,  
but you will find the precious diamonds you sought  
have now turned to useless dust.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/7ejkljrm
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