Wild and Free
Sometimes they come around and leave you wondering just how wild and free one can get.
Once, I knew
a gal so free
and wild.
No man could
stop her
And make her settle
down in the pasture.
She ran hard.
She ran fast.
No reins for her,
no saddles on her back.
I called her the wild horse,
with tangled hair flowing in
harsh dry wind.
I called her that
for she took off
when the world
was there before her.
She never stopped
until it was hers.
I thought I could tame her,
show her the way.
But, she didn't want that.
It was the wind,
the land,
and that place called
freedom
she yearned for.
And how free she was
--my little wild horse.
Wild and free:
that was her,
just wild and free.
About the Creator
Dean Traylor
I wrote for college and local newspapers, magazines and the Internet (30 years). I have degree in journalism, masters in special education (and credentials), and certificate in screenwriting. Also, a special ed. teacher (25 years)
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