Wild Horses

On an island in the sun wild ponies are free to run. The indignity of man They swim to the main land. Once a year in July under a warm summer sky People gather all around. No space in the water can be found. boats and people everywhere The babies struggle to keep up with the mares. Out of the channel lead down a street lead to corrals in humble defeat. The young are sold to the the highest bidder I`m told. Back to the isand the other ones go The last indignity of man is showed. The young ones looking for their mothers No reply not even an utter.