An Ode To Freedom: We Owe The Mustangs So Much More
by Eleanor - February 11th, 2010.Filed under: wild horses.

Photo courtesy of Craig C. Downer, c. 2010
Many thanks to Craig Downer (and Makendra of The Cloud Foundation) for allowing me the use of his heart-wrenching yet inspirational photo.
Freedom Ran Black
Freedom ran black
Upon red, white, and blue plains
With white mountains
But like the damned rivers
Extracted dinosaurs, and
Dying Western lore
Amongst riches of ore
Freedom was penned
And barbed
Muscles meeting pipe
Wire slashing a chest
Holding a bold heart, pumping
A lippizzan leap
For corrals are death
For Freedom
While bodily death by
Injury
Cougar
Winter
Is stoically greeted
When the alternative
Is slaughter
Of your spirit -
Run, Freedom, run.
If you liked this poem, you might like my other equine poems including a poem dedicated to Cloud.
A related post is Wild Horses And A Cavalry of Woe.
Until he extends his circle of compassion to all living things, man will not himself find peace-
– Albert Schweitzer
“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”
– Gandhi