Mustang

Mustang

Music relayed from the drum heads of the earth

A creature with a glistening mane with no shackles or girth

Graceful in her gait yet tempestuous in gallop

As on sun-parched terrains, the muscle of footsteps wallop

 

 No palisades of man or thickets of god

Can arrest the gallop of the savage feral lord

Storming with the wind to catch her grace

Lightning in speed as fragile soils quake

 

Born to nature, to the ferocious march of fate

Raised in a wilderness where no ropes or saddles dictate

Untamed in pedigree and in the constant shadow of celestial fire

Surrendering to the shade of dusk as the sun gods retire

 

Perennial warrior and slave to no master

Galloping pass mustard yellow patches of aster

As gravel earth shatters to the wrath of steel

She merges with her destiny no man can ever steal

Reviews

[FancyMee]

Very well written...nice.

[cheeky]

relly nice.. close to nature. loved this poem :)

[Andrea Mouser]

it says "his" in the first stanza but "her" in the rest. is that right?