They where born to be free
Without land of torcher
They winne and neigh!
With hide legs up
All the mustang fillies and colts
Run to their mother and snugles close
Through days and days it kept on raining
The land was full of swampy water
Finaly it stoped raining,
The day was bright and shiny
The horses' coats were glisening in the sun
The mustangs where prancing
But rather dancing
They must roam free,
To have a place to live
Jacquelyn Zhou
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mustangs-5/
