A herd of mustangs haunt the draw
Behind our ranch. I never saw
A prettier sight beneath the sun,
Than watching while wild horses run!
Their manes and tails stream out behind.
Their power and beauty is the kind
That makes your heart beat wild and fast,
Imprinting memories to last.
The sound of hooves that strike the ground
Like thunder, rumbling around
And when they wheel, the dust lifts high
To drift like smoke, across the sky.
Sometimes I hear them in the night,
Giving a sudden snort of fright.
Or they'll nicker, as though to say
They like it here and plan to stay.
How I enjoy this glimpse they give
Of how the west's wild horses live!
Betty Lou Hebert
Published in Remuda, 2006
and The Advocate, 2001