In your wild freedom
those strong, rippling muscles,
strain against the winds,
for naught will break your spirit
A part of this land,
racing to earth's pulsing heartbeat,
there is a oneness,
a thundering symphony
of nature's song.
Restraint unacceptable
as heaving breaths
escape all hindrance.
Unfettered and footloose,
the beauty of this world
beyond mankind's imaginings,
spurs you on
to bounteous meadows,
calling to the herd
of lavish sanctuary;
here to rest in peace;
momentarily.
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A contest entry
- AND ALL THE WILD HORSES WILL COME RUNNINGl by Swan song.
700 points, ended April 11, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Strangely enough this made me a little sad, my poor old boy is out in a paddock 8 weeks from freedom's ride but I understand this so completely. Brilliantly written. Congratulations on this silver sweetheart.
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This is breathtaking and though I have never witnessed the thundering brumbies, you took me there with this poem which pulses with their beauty. Congrats on the sterling horseshoe with this piece.
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yes this is a lovely write and excellent take on the prompt I enjoyed this read and thank you so much for entering and sharing
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A vivid, enjoyable write.
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Beautifully written sis, freedom in its full glory. Paints a wonderful picture in the reader's mind,the superb imagery brings this piece to life. Gorgeous!. Good look in the contest. I've not been here much, but it's lovely to come back and read such lovely uplifting work.
Shaz xx
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the noble freedom of a footloose horse
what could i add .great dear friend good luck.
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ah to be so free - to run as fast as you can and feel the wind slap against your skin, a good piece that smiles
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