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Call of the Wild

Fiery nostrils flaring sniffing for danger the mustang checks his kingdom he can smell something, a stranger eyes glinting he heads for freedom He stands in silhouette at the top of the hill and screams his defiance for all to hear the men gathered for the round up thrill to see him standing there without peer The mustang whirls and from sight he flees mane flapping, tail streaming what a picture the men follow but its like they are on donkeys they pull up and watch him go in rapture For yet another day maybe much more he's free to roam where he desires he heads off to pastures new on the moor leaving men to dream around their campfires

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Richard D Seal

Date: 6/18/2013 4:34:00 PM

This rings of that wonderful film, 'The Misfits', You certainly painted some beautiful scenes in this write Linda. Take care, Richard

Shadow Hamilton
Date: 6/18/2013 5:57:00 PM

hi Richard inspired by the book The Silver Brumby by Evelyn Mitchel. Ty for dropping in Shadow x Smiles

Russell Sivey

Date: 6/18/2013 5:51:00 AM

This is an awesome depiction of a wild mustang, roaming around his territory and into new territory to avoid the wranglers! This is a powerful depiction of this scene of the mustang running free! I just hope he gets to remain free and wild, thus his natural habitat! What a delightful piece here my friend! Such a Great Work!!

Shadow Hamilton
Date: 6/18/2013 7:23:00 AM

Russell you have made my day with your lovely remarks ty so much Shadow x smile