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The Mustangs

The prairie’s now a city, 
just a cold and sterile land.
The Spirits have been driven out 
for the benefit of man.
The fields are carved with pavement 
and the lights glow all the time
and a towered concrete profile 
marks the City limit line.
But the Mustangs will keep on running 
through the brick and granite plains
with the winds forever blowing 
through their bronze metallic manes.
Time will never tame them, 
forever young through eternity;
never to be broken and 
forever running free.

We try to keep it wild and pure
but the times demand so much.
The land once owned by nature
is now so out of touch.
Another road, another bridge 
and we keep on building on.
Tearing down and building back 
now the wilderness is a gone.
But the Mustangs will keep on running 
through the brick and granite plains
with the winds forever blowing 
through their bronze metallic manes.
Time will never tame them, 
forever young through eternity;
never to be broken 
and forever running free.

The land will give its life to you 
and we shape it with our hands.
We cover up what’s good and true;
its her Spirit wild and grand.
We forged some Spirits from the past 
and we put them on display
then we set them up to be 
the last wild horses of our day.
Now the Mustangs will keep on running 
through the brick and granite plains
with the winds forever blowing 
through their bronze metallic manes.
Time will never tame them; 
forever young through eternity;
never to be broken 
and forever running free.


Writer’s Statement

I reside in North Richland Hills, Texas, a city located between Dallas and Fort Worth (a little closer to Ft. Worth).  For several years now, the “DFW” area, as it's known, has been one of the fastest growing urban areas in the United States. Originally from North Carolina, we moved here when I was eleven and I have been here since.  At that time, vast areas around here were still very rural and wide open.  There were prairies and forests on the outskirts of town and as teenagers, my brothers and I would ride horses through the fields and along river banks.  Some of those horses were not completely broke or tame.  We would ride everywhere...crossing creeks, passing through woods and bramble as we freely rode in any direction we wished.  After school and through the summer breaks, I worked for a rancher and cared for those horses.  I could ride them anytime; day or night.  But as the cities and surrounding communities grew, those fields and forests disappeared...and so did that ranch. It's now a golf course.  

One of the DFW communities that sprang from the prairie is now incorporated and has become a major city called Las Colinas.  Within Las Colinas lies a cluster of skyscrapers called “The William’s Towers.  An artist from Africa was contracted to design and craft a series of bronze horses.  He displayed them on the granite courtyard in the shadow of those towers.  The artist called them “The Mustangs".

From the moment I saw this work of art, I was inspired to write this tribute as a song lyric. I loosely based it's theme around a poem by John Keats titled “Ode on a Grecian Urn”.  His poem was written about truth, beauty and eternal youth.  In his poem he described characters that had been inscribed on an old urn; both animals and people.  He wrote that they had been frozen in time and would remain there forever; eternally beautiful and never growing old. I felt that this theme paralleled the experiences of my younger days and the relationship it had to those beautiful bronze horses.  Ironically, the horses of my youth are forever gone but "The Mustangs" of Las Colinas will be forever young, never broken and forever running free.



Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2016

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The Big Dipper

A heavy horse looks like a rock
the horse stands completely still in the darkness
with open eyes
one starry night
the horse seems to count
all bright spots in the Big Dipper
and is wondering whether it would be very difficult
to pull the wagon one lap
around the globe.

Copyright © Haldor Paulsson | Year Posted 2011

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Three Horses

Three Horses Written: by Tom Wright 1/16/2016 Yesterday was the Arabian, That I no longer ride; Today, is the quarter horse, I’m deep seated astride. Tomorrow is the Mustang, I anxiously wait to see. If I’m healthy to ride it, Or if it shakes off me;

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2016

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Steed of Light

I watch you prancing, pawing earth;
your eyes glow almost like a flame,
you toss your sculptured head so freely
and flounce, unchecked your flowing mane.

Born brother to the rolling prairies,
your spirit kin to earth's four winds,
I gaze at you and vainly wonder:
do you know how truly we are friends?

Do you know that deep within me
dwells a soul loving liberty
and a heart that yearns and hungers
to run as you do, wild and free?

Have you noticed I am a dreamer,
that my eyes see visions, bright,
and my spirit flies within me
a prancing, pawing steed of light.

Faye Gibson
Copyright, May 18, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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The dark horse rides

mist in the distance
closer it wave's
A dark shadow catch's  my sight
As it flow's over graves
It stop's before me
Breathing out it's fear
creeping silently
on it's horse so near
Horror fills me
Dread and remorse
The dark rider stay's
still on his horse
suddenly i look 
Into his deep eye's
Fear and pain leave me
As he stifled my cries 
a minute past
My mind so still
Unbridled passion
Take's over my will
Faster he rides 
Through the mist of the night
Faster my heart beats
Emotion just right
I've fallen in love
with dark ghost of the dust
i'm gone in a second
To feed his lust

Copyright © tina moore | Year Posted 2013

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WILD STICKHORSE REMUDA

   Ponytails and blue jeans 
Sat at Papaw's knee, 
Watching as he whittled 
On old branches from a tree. 
    And while he talked of cowboys 
And big old Texas ranches, 
He trimmed away the rough spots, 
While I dreamed of pony dances. 

     A wild stick horse remuda 
Began to run and play,
With every loving stroke,  
As he peeled the bark away.
     Using his "Old Timer"  
And carving in my brand, 
The best that he could find
And cut and shape with his own hand. 

     Now, each one of them was special,
And I felt I was too, 
As they kicked up dust behind 
This cowgirl buckaroo. 
     With reins of pink hair ribbon, 
Shoe strings and baling twine, 
There was "Buckin' Birch" and "Oakie," 
And "Ole Sticky" made of pine, 

     "Sassafras," and "Blackjack," 
"Willow," "Blaze," and "Scat," 
I never did corral 'em -- 
I just left 'em where they sat. 
     But next mornin', on the front porch, 
'stead of roamin' wild and free, 
They'd found their hitchin' rail, 
‘cause Papaw lined 'em up for me. 
  
     Along our trails together 
There were many lessons learned, 
Like bein' a cowboy through and through 
Is something that you earn 
     We'd partner up together, 
And team up in cahoots,
Once he defied my Mama,
Bought me red cowboy boots. 

     And often, when I wondered 
What to do on down the road, 
He'd always tell me, "little girl, 
When you get there you will know," 
     Sometimes you have to let things go, 
Sometimes you stand and fight, 
And anything worth doin', 
Is still worth doin' right. 

     With my wild stick horse remuda, 
We rode the range for miles, 
I knew I'd won my Papaw's heart 
By the way he'd laugh and smile, 
     I still have his sweat-stained Stetson, 
His boots, and his old knife, 
Sometimes I take them out 
Just to measure up my life. 
      
     And hold him closer to my heart, 
And know I have to try, 
To live up to the honor 
Of the wonder-days gone by. 
     On my stick horse remuda,
I learned the cowboy way, 
I’d give up everything I own 
To ride with him today. 

    My wild stick horse remuda 
Was quite the varied band, 
Born and bred with me in mind 
And trained by his own hand. 
     I’m longing for the legends, 
And the way we used to roam, 
With my wild stick horse remuda, 
And the man that we called "Home." 


Copyright © Debra Coppinger Hill | Year Posted 2005

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Keep Me Under Control

I am so wild, I carelessly run around
I am the last horse in a one horse town
I'm as wild as wild can be
I have zero guidance, so I live my life aimlessly
Do what you have to, send me to assist the Border Patrol
I need someone to neuter me and keep me under control
I live life by the seat of my pants
I don't want love or trues romance
I believe that every moment counts
When you fall down, there is still time and room to bounce
If a jet can fly, it can surely land
When wrong is done, justice needs to be a firm hand
One day I may feel peace and love deep in my soul
When I find that one that can keep me under control
If there is a poster child for bad, it has to be me
I do not welcome the Devil, but there will be no begging for mercy
I often wonder what do people think
I really don't care after my third hard drink
You are wasting your time if you want to preach
You are educated, so do your best to teach
I am not worth being loved by you, so do not glow
I want discipline, so do your best to bring me under control
I party and sin and live as I please
I will never be driven to my eyes
I am a rebel and that will never change in my life
Not looking for love, a white picket fence or a loving wife
I can take the streets and deal with them blow by blow
Are you the one to keep me under control
Some people have it, some don't and some never will
I'm tired of hearing about it, I have lived it, now it's overkill
The question is do I want to sell my soul
You can save me if you can keep me under control

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008

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Beloved Cowboy

I’ve seen you in my dreams riding your black horse under the moonlight.
Its black mane floats in the midnight air as you ride towards me.
A gentle breeze comes in and out and you are by my side looking down at me, my white dress
sways in the air as we look into each other’s eyes.
Little flecks of gold and silver dance inside your eyes playing tricks in the dark.
Can this be right? I have seen you only at night but now you have come to me, bringing me
promises to me that you will keep ones you will never break.
A single stand of golden brown hair brushes in my face concealing a tear, your warm hand
comes down and rubs the tear away pushing the stand behind my ear.
Feeling the ground sink from under me you place me behind you on your black horse.
I lean against your back feeling the warmth and comfort I have wanted for so long.
When you feel my hands wrap around your waist you summon the horse to ride.
We ride under the moonlight never looking back at what we have left behind. 

Copyright © Stacie Fry | Year Posted 2010

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Luck, Rides A Stick Horse

If good luck is what you're counting on
A stick horse will always be your steed.
Choose God and a job to rely on instead
Not Casino's or lottery to fill your need.

You can tell yourself that someone
Always wins and it just might be you. But gamblers play the suckers game Though your thinking might be true. People feed quarters into slot machines And at the tables they tirelessly play. But most go home with pockets empty Thinking tomorrow might be the day. But just as sure as payday comes They're Casino bound and in high gear. Not seeing themselves for what they are Dumb sheep, waiting for a shear.

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008

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White Horse, Mary, and Me

(Verse 1)
Out on the streets
Their drinking whiskey and wine
They got the ache in their feets
They got the ache in their spines
They got the gin and juice
They got the gum and smokes
Some got the blues
And some got the coke

(Chorus 1)
Ride the white horse, go on Ride it high
No need to come down Mary, Touch the sky
Ride the white horse, Mary, ride it high
If you come down, White Horse, get you high.

(Verse 2)
Mary, Mary, 
Last name Jane
She love you dearly, If you 
spark her flame
Breath her in, She might 
Make you cry
She gonna take you down, but
Get you high

(Chorus 2)
Mary, Mary your quite contrary
My love for you is extra-ordinary
You bring me down when white horse get me high
Mary, Mary, lets touch the sky

(Musical Bridge/Guitar Solo)

(Verse 3)
Out on the streets
we do, 
what we will
we got,
Sand in our pockets 
so we,
Take your bills
We buy,

(Chorus 3)
Booze and weed, gals and cocaine
Don't worry Mary you know your my main
Lets ride the white horse, come on lets get high
Mary, Mary, Lets touch the sky

(Musical Verse no words)

(Chorus 4)
Mary, Mary, you're extraordinary
Im addicted to you and its scary
Hello White horse, lets go for a ride
Climb aboard and we'll touch the sky

Link to song: https://youtu.be/Fz1fxsFBwtk

Copyright © Vidal Tan | Year Posted 2016

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"One day"

"Old horse with a gray-haired head,
Where you hurry so?"
"I have arrived for you. 
Sit down quickly in the gold carriage."
"Where we shall go?"
"Along the world, along the world!
And together with us 
the clouds will float in the sky.
Such beauty beyond the windows:
Birchwoods, meadows of lilies of the valley,
Multi-coloured butterflies..." 
"Ah! A lovely horse,
You are similar to someone I love very much.
I already saw your carriage once.
But something had happened: 
Its gilding has been scratched,
Glass of the windows has turned yellow,
the bugs have lodged in doors!"
The horse started to trot more slowly.
The horse whispered,
"Some time ago, I carried Cinderella, 
the poor girl in a pink dress.
But this summer
I shall carry you around the world, along the world!"
We rushed on with her.
The Summer smiled at us,
And we did not talk any more to the end of my dream.



Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007

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On a White Horse

Some day you’ll appear on a white horse.
I’ll see you on a horseback from afar.
You’ll dismount it and I’ll hear your voice,
“Lady, you dazzled me like the brightest star...” 

I’ll lower my eyes, burning with shame
And give you my silk lacy handkerchief.
“Lady, could you tell me your name?”
I’ll raise my head, though I’ll be stunned a bit...

You and your horse will be very tired,
So I’ll offer my castle to you,
Though my burning cheeks will be still red,
Though the sudden feeling will be quite new...

Some day you’ll appear on a white horse.
I’ll see you on a horseback from afar.
This day I’ll find my life-giving source.
But today I still don’t know where you are...

Copyright © Jolanta Gradowicz | Year Posted 2006