Once high up on the green meadows, I sat watching down the valley
When my sharp notice wandered to gaze at an alley,
A group of bustling busybodies, some ant-like creatures
Meandering swiftly, just as the peregrine falcon’s miniatures.
Wandering non-stop, travelling a dog-leg path winding up the hill,
Nearer and nearer to me, and then, slowly, my eyes started to fill,
Suddenly, in my ears I felt-
A thousand thundering hooves rang,
And then my heart skipped a beat to see
The strong, unbroken spirit of the Mustang.
With equine eyes glistening under the sun
And the glowing mane that swayed when run,
The horse herd moving with joy and glee,
Gushing past, like the wind, in a pompous spree.
The legs so strong, capable and agile,
An outstanding personality, yet so hostile.
Just hidden away somewhere deep in the mountains’ crest,
Their presence concealed in the wild, wild west.
An envious and powerful sinewy body,
Along with a well-defined narrow chest
And a silky tail of the sorrel colour that made them
The most majestic animals so full of zest,
The most pre-eminent animals of the wild, wild west.
Then some stopped to catch their breath
And quench their thirst from a dwarfish pond,
While others played about affectionately
That reminded me of a very special bond.
Then taking to their hind legs, some combative males
Would start to fight, until one of the rivals fails,
For mates, for leadership, and sometimes for fun
Until exhaustion under the scorching sun.
Several moments passed by, and closely observing
I cherished those days with my long-defunct family,
The sensational antics of these wild horses
Brought back the age-old tender memories to me.
Oh, how we played and laughed and fought
And stayed as one in times of distress
How dearly I do now miss that fun,
Is something that I truly confess.
As I came to my senses I realised,
The walkthrough of dreamland had really sufficed.
From up the green meadows, as I saw,
The wild horses were ready to go back home.
Someday I hoped I would meet them again,
For they were very near and dear ones to me.
It was late evening, when again in my ears,
A thousand thundering hooves rang
As I got all set to merrily say goodbye
To the strong, unbroken spirit of the Mustang.