The Wild Mare

Galloping free, with no rider,
And with her mate running beside her,
She races the wind. She’s faster than light!
With her stallion along, it feels just right.

But then, swoosh! Flying through the air
Is something that suddenly gives her a scare.
It’s a rope . . . a lasso! Her fright does the rest,
She runs, with hooves pounding the ground and heart pounding her chest.

Alas, the rope tightens round her neck.
She tries to fight back but they have her in check.
She feels so defeated. They’ve sealed her fate,
Till they put her in a pasture with a fence and closed gate.

No fence is too high for her, so she jumps over,
Right back into her green fields of clover.
Back with her mate, on the beautiful moor,
Eyes glittering, hooves dancing, she’s wild . . . once more.