I am the wild mustang

I am the wild mustang
I wonder how long the free wind will blow my mane
I hear the whisper of freedom in my ear
I see the sky kiss the wild plain, my home
I want the sweet smell of freedom to be with me all my life
I am the wild mustang

I pretend to gallop through a raging storm
I feel the rain drops falling on my back
I touch the muddy ground and wet grass
I worry one day my freedom shall be gone
I cry about my mother and how she was captured
I am the wild mustang

I understand men’s desire to ride me
I say my spirit will never be captured
I dream my mother will one day run free
I try to find a way to release her
I hope freedom shall never leave me
I am the wild mustang

Taylor


(I wrote this in grade 6)