They where born to be free <br />Without land of torcher <br /> <br />They winne and neigh! <br />With hide legs up <br /> <br />All the mustang fillies and colts <br />Run to their mother and snugles close <br /> <br />Through days and days it kept on raining <br />The land was full of swampy water <br /> <br />Finaly it stoped raining, <br />The day was bright and shiny <br /> <br />The horses' coats were glisening in the sun <br /> <br />The mustangs where prancing <br />But rather dancing <br /> <br />They must roam free, <br />To have a place to live<br /><br />Jacquelyn Zhou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mustangs-5/
