I grew up in the land of mustangs where they ran free
Truly they were magnificent sight to see
Wild horses filled the canyon rim
As if they were a testament to Him
How God must have enjoyed their romping
Hooves that went from prancing to stomping
For years the cowboys caught and broke them
Sometimes causing a bit of mayhem
But like the Indian pony's they were revered
Then too much dismay whole herds disappeared
No longer do they chase them on horseback
Now they use helicopters to keep track
The wild free animals have become booty
For greedy men who have no sense of duty
Who decide which animal lives and which dies.
Rapid-fire guns bring about their untimely demise
The Lord must be saddened at the decline
Of his beautiful mustang a creature so divine
The thundering hooves are sorely missed
Will anyone really remember they did exist?
© Carol G Oliver
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