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Free Spirit
A Free-Verse Poem
I am a mustang roaming free
unrestrained as summer thorns
seasoned, dull, even mangy
stubby legs climbing, ever climbing, for new heights
on scrubby grass—I am a mustang on insipid plains
fast as lightning.
I am a mustang, cautious, sensing danger; snakes in tall grass, under rocks.
I am a mustang, breached by cultivation—persistent, outlandish, archaic.
I am the past, a memento, unexpected, valuable, a relic.
A gem needing polish, weathered, rough.
I have the mustang’s weathered hooves and mane; unmanicured unkempt
desiring freedom.
Wind whipping, mane flashing, eyes stinging, breath halting, frost gathering
muscles tensing, fences enclosing.
Today persisting and surviving?—?tomorrow the glue factory?
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Shirley Langton 2019
Submitted: November 14, 2020
© Copyright 2021 Shirley M. Langton. All rights reserved.
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hullabaloo22
Beautiful words and images until that hard-hitting ending.
Sun, November 15th, 2020 8:25pmAuthor
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That was the way it was meant, to make us realize how we treat wildlife. Thanks for your comments.
Sun, November 15th, 2020 3:11pm