A pair of horses running wild with trees in the background
Image courtesy of Pexels
Strong at heart; these powerful steeds
thunder through, fully unrestrained
revelling in freedom ingrained.
This natural, majestic breed
arising from an ancient seed
was born to run, and run it shall
through brush, and plain, and chapparal.
When they are free and in the wild
when their liberty's undefiled
they don't belong in a corral.

About peNdantry

Phlyarologist (part-time) and pendant. Campaigner for action against anthropogenic global warming (AGW) and injustice in all its forms. Humanist, atheist, notoftenpist. Wannabe poet, writer and astronaut.
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8 Responses to Liberty

  1. blindzanygirl says:

    Wonderful Colin. I ove ths. But thenI love heses.

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  2. Very good, in both the topic and the poetry!

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