"Wild Horses" by Annie Kosh, May 9th

Galloping hooves against the ground,
Eyes bright and flashing,
Wild horses run like lightning through the trees.
Foals and mares and mustangs and stallions,
All galloping very beautifully.
Like stars twinkling in the nighttime sky,
Running all day and night,
Tails whipping in the dry air,
Eyes wide with fear,
Manes flowing gently as they run.
Beautiful horses.
Wild horses.