Running free as a song, โช โซ ๐หโชๅฝก OUT WHERE THE WILD ๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ปTHINGS ARE. โฉ โช โซ โฌ โญ โฎ โฏ ๐ผ ๐ต ๐ถ
Black Beauty. Enigmatic as the wind.
Sing to the tune of Marty Robbins' "Saddle Tramp".
Cho๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Beauty, proud, wild and free, her mane flows like a river to the sea.
๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Ebony coat shining under the sun, Graceful stride unmatched and untamed.
๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Black as the midnight sky is the lovely Beauty,
wild as dark stormy clouds, she runs free
โฉ โช โซ โฌ โญ โฎ โฏ ๐ผ ๐ต ๐ถ
Hooves to the ground, she bucks and snorts,
wild thing raises her head and neighs,
frightened, alarmed and ready,
the grazing herd follows close
โฉ โช โซ โฌ โญ โฎ โฏ ๐ผ ๐ต ๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Tonight, wild belle bellowed, I shall be free,
no longer a slave in the remuda of human captivity
โฉ โช โซ โฌ โญ โฎ โฏ ๐ผ ๐ต ๐ถ
She remembers and vows,
never again would to be locked away
at the pleasure of the upright ones
โช โซ ๐หโชๅฝก
Now, in this vast and verdant meadow,
Beauty roamed with unmatched grace.
Her coat, as dark as the night sky, gleamed with a luster
that spoke of strength and splendor.
โช โซ ๐หโชๅฝก๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
An epitome of elegance, each stride an attestation
to her wild poignant and spirited pride.
Beauty was not always free.
Once, she pined in the constraints
of a corral and the weight of a bridle.
โช โซ ๐หโชๅฝก๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
The other mares, confined and tamed,
looked to her with mixed envy and admiration.
Her long graceful mane, flowing like a cascade of midnight silk,
was the envy of all.
They still whisper about her daring escape,
a tale that had become legend among the herd.
Cho๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Beauty, proud and wild, so free, Her mane flows like a river to the sea.
๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Ebony coat shines under the sun, Graceful stride unmatched, untamed.
๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
One moonlit night, Beauty raised her head to the roaring wind
it spoke earnestly, urging her to the call of the wild.
The air spoke in rippled whispers, promising endless adventures
๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
and the liberty her heart craved.
Beauty bucked and whinnied, throwing herself time and again
against the confines of her enclosure,
๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Finally, she broke free, her powerful legs carrying her swiftly away.
Beauty ran with the moon as her guide, the stars her witnesses.
She lifted her head in defiance and neighed her victory,
as the sound of many hooves thundered behind her.
โช โซ ๐หโชๅฝก
Her brothers and sisters ran, freedom in their voices.
โฉ โช โซ โฌ โญ โฎ โฏ ๐ผ ๐ต ๐ถ
Their journey was not without horror and challenges.
Rivers roared like lions,
๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
mountains loomed like sentinels,
and forests thick with mystery.
๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
But Beauty's spirit was unyielding.
She leaped over obstacles with grace,
and navigated treacherous paths with wisdom,
๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Yet, she faced every trial with a heart full of courage as she ran
And so discovered the world in its rawest form.
Beauty moved within the shadows of forests,
drank from crystal-clear streams,
and basked in the golden embrace of the sun.
๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
The young mare befriended creatures great and small,
from the tiniest field mouse to the majestic stag.
They recognized in her a kindred spirit,
one that belonged to the wild.
๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
The meadows became her home,
a sanctuary where she could gallop freely,
her mane billowing in the wind.
Her beauty was not just in her appearance, but in her essenceโ
the untamed, indomitable spirit that could never be harnessed.
โฉ โช โซ โฌ โญ โฎ โฏ ๐ผ ๐ต ๐ถ
Other mares watched her with a longing that spoke volumes.
In her they saw the embodiment of freedom,
a life beyond the confines of their world.
๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
True beauty lies in the heart's desire to be free,
in the courage to break free from constraints,
and in the strength to carve one's own path.
In every gallop, in every leap, Beauty celebrated her freedom,
a proud and lovely black mare, wild and free forevermore.
Cho๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Beauty, proud and wild, so free, Her mane flows like a river to the sea.
๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Ebony coat shines under the sun, Graceful stride unmatched, untamed.
In fields wide and skies clear, Her presence commands all to revere.
Each gallop, each leap a prancing ode to freedom, a wild romance.
Through valleys deep and mountains high, She races, swift as the windโs sigh.
๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
No reins to hold, no boundaries bind,
Her spirit, an inspiration to the wild kind.
๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Proud and beautiful, she traverses the land,
A black mare named Beauty, eternally grand.
If only I were as free as Beauty.
Windsong, a human girl, stood watching the gracefully lovely form of the horse as she ran,
wishing to be like her.
Beneath the gnarled and bent oak, the girl did stand,
With dreams as vast as the open land.
She watched the mare with a yearning heart,
Wishing from Beauty, she'd never be apart.
โฉ โช โซ โฌ โญ โฎ โฏ ๐ผ ๐ต ๐ถ
"Beauty, wild and free," she sighed, "With no chains to bind, no need to hide.
Your mane flows like the midnight sea, Oh, how I long to be as free."
In fields of green where daisies grow, She felt the breeze, a gentle puff.
๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
It whispered tales of lands untamed, Of lives unbound, by no rule conformed.
"To run with you through morning dew, To feel the world, so fresh and new.
No worries of tomorrow's plans, Just endless space and open skies".
Cho๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Beauty, proud and wild, so free, Her mane flows like a river to the sea.
๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Ebony coat shines under the sun, Graceful stride unmatched, untamed.
Her spirit soared, her heart took flight, In dreams, she danced beneath the moonlight.
With Beauty by her side. Together they explored this wondrous land.
Yet still she stood, in the quiet glen, Her heart with dreams, her feet with wings.
โฉ โช โซ โฌ โญ โฎ โฏ ๐ผ ๐ต ๐ถ
For now sheโd dream, but one day soon, She'd taste the stars and chase the moon.
A wish to be like Beauty, To live her life with wild glee.
โฉ โช โซ โฌ โญ โฎ โฏ ๐ผ ๐ต ๐ถ
One day her spirit, bold and brave,
would find the path that freedom gave.
Choโฉ โช โซ โฌ โญ โฎ โฏ ๐ผ ๐ต ๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Beauty, proud and wild, so free, Her mane flows like a river to the sea.
๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Ebony coat shines under the sun, Graceful stride unmatched, untamed.
Choโฉ โช โซ โฌ โญ โฎ โฏ ๐ผ ๐ต ๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ธ ๐ซ ๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Beauty, proud and wild, so free, Her mane flows like a river to the sea.
๐ท๐ถ ๐ป
Ebony coat shines under the sun, Graceful stride unmatched, untamed.
๐ท๐ถ ๐ปFREE!!!!
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Antoni De'Leon
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content. (Helen Keller).
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Wonderful work Antoni. I liked this line and rhyme early on, โno longer a slave in the remuda of human captivityโ ๐ and the inclusion of the girl at the end was a nice touch!
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