Little Red Poem by chris schwartz

The strongest of cowboys
Tried to Break
Little Red.
She rode the plains swiftly
With a vengeance
That was only meant for her.
She lived her life fast
She lived her life proud
Never found grass
Sweet enough
To make her stop
Running.
Guess she was born
With the spirit
Unknown
To most
But her beauty
Never escaped the sunsets
Grazing in many.
She was a fighter
Winning every damned race
She entered in.
Maybe breaking that horse
Would have been a great sin.
Just let her run wild
And let her be free
Her everlasting beauty
Was meant to trot along side
The minds of those
Who beat down the track
Round and round
In their life
Never stopping to see
That their cherished bed of roses
Was right there
Beside them
All along, running.