You take a glimpse and you see them
take another and their gone...
All that is left is the incredible cloud of dust.

You can almost feel the passion hit you with the wind
They are gone but you can still feel their spirit.

When they ran by they took a piece of you with them.
You will never look at a fenced horse the same.
You know by no means, these wild horses could be tame.
You can still feel the plundering footsteps
that sound like Thunder.
Wow!

What more could be said, your mind is so blown.
You just can not explain the feeling.
What an incredible being!
That could go so fast and so far.

It soon grows late and you look to the stars.
You close your eyes and quietly say
Thank you for the unreal sight you let me see.

But please Lord
Let the passion be forever
And let the horses stay free.

Poem by Nikki Woodrum © 2008
Age: 12 years old
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