Wild Horses | Writer & Author Teresa Little
Wild thing, heart unbroken, moving free across the miles The tundra your playhouse, the whispering grass and wind, your friends Traps set, now sprung. Magnificent beast fallen to your knees Ropes they strap upon your flesh Binding and herding every muscle's movement. Centuries fly by, the taming has been done Loyal as an old dog Except when the human hand nears your skin The touch - electrified barbed wire - Brings with it the mix of fear and trust built up over years. And there, for a moment, beats the heart that still roams free. Almost visible to the naked eye, The beauty of such a wild thing.