Bronco

Mind over matter

Charging

wild and free

Many grab the reigns but don't understand

The eyes sees a Horse

Yet I am a reflection of freedom

No containment and no restraints

No horse is the same

The gates tell us otherwise

Paint a picture how do you view me

Am I slow or fast

Foolish or smart

This ride is full of power and push me and you'll be in for a treat

Out of line you say

Maybe the line is too small

It takes courage

Many horses don't know their might

A gated world project limits

But I will run and run till the spirit grows wings

Author's Note

Does the poem capture your imagination