Wild Horses Poem by Melissa Cutler

Wild Horses



I see you out there, your manes flowing, black, brown, white, and grey. You are running so fast you are almost just a blur, it's almost as if you are running with the wind. I walk closer to you, not knowing what you will do. You look up at me, but run away. That's ok, I will try again another day. Goodbye you....... wild horses.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Threadgold 27 September 2008

Hi Melissa. A wonderful story in verse. you project the picture very well. thanks for the read Regards Dave T

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