This scene is from a childhood memory of roundup for rodeo horses on my uncle's ranch. During a lightning storm the cowboys simply watched--the sight was so magnificent.
Hell-bent stallion muscles led the mustangs through the plain,
On their heels rode hard a hired man –his job to rope the best--
Rearing high the stallion—urging speed as autumn winds dance thru his mane.
Sheets of lighting limned silhouettes as they pounded toward the west--
Enchanted now the man reined in—this day let beauty rule his breast.