across the burning Mohave Desert amongst
the ever present Sagebrush and wild Cactus.
His mighty spirit is decades old as he
carry the shadows of yesteryear and their
moments lost in time, a time of freedom.
Always fearful of the Cowboy who carries
the threat of a Lariat, bringing his birth
right to their tamed territory of capture.
He run with speed like lightening strikes,
galloping with hooves of steel, out running
the ever present threat of a fenced Corral.
Furiously, throwing his head up and backwards
as nostrils flare in defiance, the rope tightens
around his powerful majestic, muscular neck.
Brought down he stands his ground as they,
his captors eyes his Mustang heritage
passed from generation to generation.
For a moment, he stares at them with heated
breath, with determination for he shall be free,
free from their desires and control of his life.
He rears, hoofs reaching to the sunlit sky
as the Cowboy jumps back startled, grasping
at the Lariat, as it flies through the air -
His Mustang spirit fights to live in the Mohave Desert,
not as a Cattle Bronko in a Rodeo’s captive Corral.