BrokenA Poem by Alexis
A horse on a hill,
so silent and still. No word is spoken, for her spirit will be broken, A horse, and a cowboy, best friends as it seems, but only to be found in a child's sweet dreams, For mustang and man, there is no certain of plan, it's all going free and they will certainly not agree, The things that they do, to break a horse's soul, are horrid leaving them no longer whole, people tend to say that man and mustang have a way, that when he dismounts the horse will not stray but in a horses mind, he wants to flee, nothing seems better then to finally be free, A horse can not be broken, A horse will have to see, the cruelness of man, and the ways that we can be, for mustang and man, do not seem to fit, the steel of a bit, the squeak of leather, and none will forget the harsh white feather, the whip, and the rod, and the coldness of being shod, a heaviness of steel pounded in so hard it doesn't seem real, The dust and the mud the sweat and blood, they all try so hard, to prove themselves, But to who, not the horse, but to only a few. the ones with cold souls, the ones who break the foals, It passes their eyes, of the innocent minds, that a horse has, but the are not blind, they don't get excuses it's not like the horse is the one who chooses, A horse on a hill, so silent and still. No word is spoken, for her spirit will be broken, A horse, and a cowboy, best friends as it seems, but only to be found in a child's sweet dreams, © 2014 AlexisAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on March 2, 2014 Last Updated on March 2, 2014 AuthorAlexisKhartoum , Khartoum , SudanAboutHi I'm Hfia and as it obvious I'm an Arab so I don't know much of English . I write poetry in English but it is not that good and I'm trying to improve it so please... umm leave a nice comment more..Writing
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