General Poetry posted January 3, 2019

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A wild mustang adjusting to captivity.

The Mare's Story

by Jaye Bennett

I don't understand this strange new place,
though it's beginning to feel like home.
It resembles not the wilderness,
where I once was wont to roam.

There, I saw prairie, canyons and peaks;
here, rolling hills and green meadows.
There, I watched for cougars and wolves;
here, I jump for fun at mere shadows.

There, the water was brackish and scarce;
here, from a spring sweet and cold.
There, the grass was tough and dry;
here, it's tender and bold.

There, I had to weather the storms;
here, I've a barn for protection.
There, I was free as a wild horse can be,
here, I have learned of affection.

There, my hooves struck sand and rocks,
with no shade from hot sun above.
Here, soft air matches her touch,
and I may even learn of love.

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A caring woman adopted the mare when the mustang was captured and put up for adoption. The mare is about fourteen or fifteen years old. She had been wild a long time, so is having difficulty adjusting to her new home. The woman says if she has a bucket in her hand, the mare is friendlier. After several months, the woman was able to touch the horse briefly. As time goes by, the relationship is improving.

Many thanks to Anne for a great horse picture.
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