Mustangs

I went to work for him that year, early on, in the fall, It was my job to help feed, water, and clean the stalls. The quarter horses that he raised, were among the finest to be seen. Then there were the mustangs, rough and rank and mean. From time to time, the mustangs, would somehow make an escape, No matter how carefully it was chained, they seemed to be able to open the gate. Then we’d saddle-up and chase ‘em, and push ‘em back to the pens, When it came to the mustangs, trouble knew no end. He never really answered, when I asked him why, He kept these three, who were dangerous, with such wildness in their eyes. Once, he said,”They’re the last of our kind, a rare and special breed, Spirits, not of this earth, waiting to be freed.” This didn’t help me understand, the mustangs or this man, Who seemed to keep them at all costs, though they didn’t wear his brand. Then, one day as we fed, I saw him... as He took loose the chain... Softly, he said, “Come with me”, and we walked to the truck in the rain. We rode the truck to the hill, where we could see for miles. Motioning to the tailgate, he bade me sit, and gave me a knowing smile. Below, the mustangs had finished their feed, and, as if they had good sense, They began their morning journey, around their pasture, checking fence. When they came to the gate, for a moment, they did pause, And gave a glance towards the hill, as if they knew the cause. I will remember the next few moments, Forever, they are etched into my mind, And the emotion I felt, as we sat in silence, never again, shall I find. We watched them bolt from the gate, Running for all they were worth, All four feet up off the ground, Flying, between Heaven and Earth. The explanation that he gave, he didn’t have to give. But, his words ring in my memory, all the days, that I live. He said, “I let them go sometimes, so I can remember, when I see, What it’s like to break loose, and truly, be Free. For awhile I’m allowed, by Grace of God, to be a part of wondrous, unseen forces... And that, my fine young friend, is why I keep wild horses."