Tamed by the bridle, led astrayWhere have their wild spirits gone?Galloping in the windManes flying free. Capturing the wind.Yet, here they prance. So pretty with their braided bowsAnd dead eyes. Sorrow buried beneath the surface.It’s hard to believe they once ran across the prairiesTheir feet shaking the earth, thunder in the valley.Mares with their stallions,Continue reading “Once They Were Horses”