Where the stallions roam

Where the stallions roam
Out in the west having fun
Comfortable and being at home
On their run
Happy and free
In the wild
Just let it be
In their own exiled
Jumping up and down full of joy
Running to be faster
Acting like a cowboy
Don't have a master
Where stallions roam
Way out west
Home sweet home
They are blessed

— louiemary, Nov 01, 2008

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Barbara Writes

17 years 7 months ago

Louiemary

I thought this was great. Where the stallion roam is a beautiful place. You did a good job making me feel free like the stallion for a moment. Respectfully Yours, Barbara

louiemary

17 years ago

I just want to say Thank you for your opinion my poem.

I just want to say Thanks for the nice opinion you gave me on my poem "Where the stallions roam" I was thinking of freedom and horses at that time and I am glad that you like that. I hope to write some more stuff like this poem.

Rett

17 years 2 months ago

Beautiful write!

You captured it well. There are still a few wild Mustangs roaming around also. Those are beauty to behold. I enjoyed this very much! Thank you. Respectfully, Rett: "A Democracy can withstand anything but Democrats." Robert A. Heinlein For the sake of children, read this. http://www.neopoet.com/node/19905

louiemary

17 years ago

I just want to say Thank you for the opinion you gave me.

I just want to say Thanks for the nice thing you said about my poem "Where the stallions roam. I was thinking of freedom and horses so I wrote on stallions next time I will try to write a poem on mustangs.