Gossamer circles hang on limb
broken only by the gust of wind
stirred from skies and plunges deep
skies of black and restless sleep
Brumbies stir and gallop up hills
steep their climb strong of will
light from stars bathe the ground
grass is black for miles around
Lightning breaks the darkness still
zig zagged lights across the hill
thunder rumbles high in these skies
brumbies pack warning danger is nigh
Leader heads them up the hills
others follow at their will
strong of legs they carry on
out of the darkness from the storm
Strength of legs and hooves on earth
in this land that gave them birth
frightened with ears back they forge
over rocks and over gorge
Elements faced in open land
together they run no time to stand
thunder roars its frightening noise
brumbies tense calmness destroyed
Shelter as the lighting cracks
rain falls they group in their plight
herd of brumbies with stallion black
black as this night as they take flight
Storm it passes and all is still
brumbies rest shake off the chill
regroup they stand with nostrils flared
none of them harmed each one was spared
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Ramblings From A Mum 
You have such a way with poetry! Your words flow and are so beautiful!
Oh gosh Mel – Thank you so much. I haven’t ridden in a while and I saw a photo of a wild horse on the Internet – and that was the result.I am glad you enjoyed 🙂 xx
Totally agree with motherhoodisanart.:D Wild horses are magical. *hugs* xx
Thanks sweety and yes they are 🙂 xx
Oh! I liked this. No rashes yet from all the rhyming 😉
I like the sound and rhythm in this, and you paint such a vivid picture. Well done.
Thank you 🙂 – that means a great deal from someone who writes as you do – appreciated. A couple of my poems were so intense I guess I actually had FB friends contact me to ask if I was ok. I guess that what our we write for – to evoke emotions.
Yes–we write to evoke emotions or purge them, to sing our blues and hit the high notes together 😉
Very well put, hopefully you will enjoy mine as I do yours rash or no lol 😉
Some lovely moments here: makes me wish I was a wild horse 🙂
Thank you so much 🙂 Not broken by man – nor their spirit.
This is beautiful.
Thank you Lynette – must admit one of my favourites too 🙂 x