The horse in the valley of yesterday


Ageless spirits, beautiful at play.

Hooves once thundered across the valley floor

Backs of brown, black, roan, and grey,

They are free no more.

The wild mustangs have all gone away.

 

Taken from their homeland, shipped across the sea.

Curried, combed, and kept all alone.

Nostrils flaring, heads head high, only their spirit remains unbroken and free.

The wild ponies of the plains have all been tamed.

Gentled and loved, the way the cowboy says it should be.

 

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17 thoughts on “The horse in the valley of yesterday

  1. This poem is so beautiful and something you – or family – have experienced so…the way you have captured this in words makes it all the more beautiful.
    Ellespeth

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