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Thundering Hooves (a poem)

posted Feb 21, 2017, 7:41 AM by Jeffrey Wolf


By: Mariah Flynn, Staff Writer

Posted February 21st, 2017


The thundering echoes through the night,

Like the endless beating of drums.

Over the rise of a hill they come,

Herds of Mustangs and Stallions alike.


Through streams and meadows they glide,

Throwing their manes like feathers.

The soft glow of the promised sun,

Shining through their tails.


Their young jump and kick

With excitement and strength.
The old and weak trail behind,

Yet still keep up with all their might.


They travel all through the day,

Guided by the shining sun.

Only stopping for food and water.

Where they’re heading is unknown.


Night comes like a shadow,

Bringing the journey to a halt.

Tonight the herds rest,

Only to start the journey again in the morning.


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