Where Horses roam free: Rocky Terrain.
They find comfort in sun and rain.
Who are untamable mustangs
Are like and unbreakable chain.
In lush green valleys, and plain
Forest dwellings, a mare that’s in pain,
Gives a whinny, then hears a bang,
Where horses roam free.
Colts give mock fights, faking insane,
Then thundering over hilly plains.
The North Wind flies by, like one sang,
Where horses roam free.
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Your verses roam free, just as the horses (of your poem) roam free!