Poems about nature
Wild horse
- by Trish Beckwith 59
Aloft the windI ride the night sky
I see the world through a much different eye
Power, beauty
Strength and grace
I feel the spirits of ancestral space
Pride of herd
Sisters and brothers
I live ever watchful standing by others
A kaleidoscope of colors
No two ever the same
The short, the tall, the long of mane
I know the chance
I know the fear
I live on the edge for death crouches near
On my back I carry a load
Through storm and calm
Ever vigilant and bold
I have died in battle
Killed by man
Hunted by predator as I roamed the land
No more room
Not enough grazing
Captured, shot, sold by pound on bills of lading
Yet I survive
Sometimes an insurmountable course
I am feral, I am Mustang, I am Wild Horse
At the mountainside
- by Sam 58
fresh breeze and snowcapped peakssky inked with pale blue
the water at the lake is crystal clear
the green grass, cows silently chew
the little girl at the lowest hill
is seen plucking flowers
red, blue, yellow and purple
all seem to have some kind of power
the clouds are moving at snail's pace
and all seems so quite and peaceful
everything is so mesmerizing
that away from it you cannot be pulled