Marching Horses

Wild horses race through the mountains, tearing down ancient statues
with their powerful hoofs.
Their long manes and tails becomes one with the wind
They run like an army ready to defend their freedom
like their early ancestors did years before them
Their neighs are like trumpets playing the same ancients rhythms.
Where they are going, no one knows for sure-
but they will forever be known as the marching horses.

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I am married with no children. I have been writing poetry off and on for many years. Ever since I was young, I have had a great passion for nature and animals. Horses have become my favorite animal over the past few years. I wanted to write poetry about horses to show the world their unbearable beauty and the love they have for one another.