Atop the hills,
Past the city limits and buildings,
Again and again a wild spirit soaring,
Ahead of all other animals in the woods,
Like the wind blowing through a strom,
Alongside their fellow runners,
Against all odds of capture,
Outside of any fences,
In case of being captured running together,
Toward endless meadow,
Under the blue sky,
Following no trails,
Far from danger,
Around vast territory traveling endlessly,
Behind a leader galloping,
Over time disappearing,
Although leaving a void,
Of those who loved them,
Till time runs out,
The wild horses fly!!!!
~ Sydney Buckalew
