Free To Roam
Wild animals, also horses that roam,
running wild and accepting freedom's cost.
I've always wanted to give them a home--
to pen them would mean primal essence lost.
Born in the wild, it is their true venue;
depending on wind for wild acres' call.
Some settle when skies turn a purple hue;
others will roam as night begins its fall.
So wild and free, with wind tossing their manes,
as they drink from streams, or stop for a graze.
They run over hills and on unknown lanes.
hooves pounding, they run in a dusty haze.
When we see them, aloof and running free--
no moments interrupted by lost time.
We silently wish that's how we could be--
perhaps in daydreams, or maybe a rhyme.
January 26, 2023
For "pick a Title, Vol.34"
by Edward Ibeh
A 2nd Place
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2023
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