"Wild Heart"
Smashing through the underbrush
Her head pressed against the dusty galloping mare
She smiled to herself
Cowboy boots dug hard into stirrups
She hadn’t even begun
Whispering soothing words
She urged faster
And they ran
They ran together
Through the amber fields of un-watered grass
Across the dusty red dirt
Escaping
For just a little while
The reality of being held in by parallel barbwire
Was momentarily sobering
But as they rested on the bluff
Both filly and girl
The sun shone copper in the
distance
And anyone who could see them
knew
Neither of their wild hearts
would ever be tamed
Robert Lloyd
21 September 2011
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