I run wild & free like I should.

No fences, saddles, reins, or corrals contain my beauty.     

I prance & serenade on the purest of mountains,                             

In pure forests & on pure fields,                                                                   

Untamable I run with great joy.                                                                                

My legs are swift,                                                                                                                  

My mane & tail are silky,                                                                                                                 

My voice is like a flute’s middle note,                                                                                             

My steps are light as a feather,                                                                                 

Leaving no trail                                                                     

My beauty is the purest known.

2011 Unpublished work. © by Rebbecca Abernathy