On the Wind

Freedom whispers
on the wind...
Lo! The wild horses
run!

Born unto vast
prairies,
And stabled 'neath
the sun.

Bathed in cloudborne
waters,
Summer's storm their
symphony;

Brethren to the
Zephyr,
Starlit night their
canopy.

In the cadence
of their hoofbeats
One hears
Mother Nature sing!

Freedom whispers
on the wind...
Wild horses
are awing!

© 1998, 2003 by Barbara Anne Dunn.
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