Untamed Thunder
by Annie Jenkin

Spires of fir trees stand aloft
as mist fills the valley basin.
Up on the rocky slopes
wild ponies mosey
munching on clover and grass.
All heads suddenly rise
some whinny in excitement
feeling the thunder through their hooves.
He comes, and he's not alone.

A black stallion galloping
a streamlined wild and free spirit
racing ahead of his herd,
surging, urging, up the steep terrain
silky mane lifting, slapping his neck
muscles glisten as hoof-strokes
beat the ground, pounding passed
up beyond the hill
following the falling sun.

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