Dream Herd
(By: Savannah)

 

I dream of horses, Wild and Free.

I feel the herd that surrounds me.

Like thunder are there hoof beats, Like lightning are there eyes,

the storm never dies.

A gunshot sounds, a rustler makes his rounds.

Being caught, the stallion fights for all his life.

His fear cuts through him like a barbed knife.

He breaks from the rope, again free to run, once again, his Herd is one.

 

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