Journey Of The Mustang
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Chelsea Finn, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2021
The wind would glide through his mane, and blood pumped fiercely through his veins,
Galloping across the mountains in the lead, as he was the leader, and had some speed,
Then out of nowhere a rope was thrown around his neck,
He was pulled to a stop, and watched as his herd continued to gallop off,
There were voices shouting as he was getting dragged away, this had become one of his worst days,
He was led onto a train, with many other horses that looked so plain,
When he got off he was at a different place, with hardly any space,
He wasn’t home, and there was nowhere to freely roam,
One day after another, he was being trained like no other, he was taken to a horse sale,
He entered the arena with his owner riding him, his rider spurred him and that was his que to do a spin,
One to the left and one to the right, he could hear the crowd cheering, and camera flashes were piercing,
He was performing so fearlessly, so here he was, doing spins and stops, cantering and galloping,
But in the end, it paid off, he saw some people shaking hands and exchanging money,
The lead was then put into someone else’s hands, he was back on another train that he had to withstand,
Hours and hours went by, so he just kept his head low and let out a sigh,
But when he got off… he was back home, back in the mountains where he was free to roam…