The wind gushes your sun soaked mane skywards
As your hooves bash against the cracking earth.
Your eyes gaze upon the open prairie,
you spot the mare grazing on a sliver of green.
You slow your gallop and prance up towards the sun
Her head gracefully lifts just as you finish your nah
But your heart sinks when her saddle is thrown on;
A true mustang indeed, but your nothing to a cowboy’s ride.
With your head hung and eyes heavy you trot back to freedom,
To emptiness and lonely nights.
Author notes
so this isn't what I normally write, but I thought I'd try something new. I hope yall like it!!
A contest entry
- Cowboy Roots by Maybe Anastasia.
300 points, ended June 5, 2007, 8 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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hmmm. an odd write. It seems like the veiw of somone on the outside looking in. Good write I liked it but the flow was a little rough. Thanks for the entry.
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haha yeah i thought so too, oh well..it was more the stroy then the flow..plus writing it at 11 p.m. and being sleep deprived doesn't help i bet XD thanks foe hosting!!
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