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Supple muscles ripple in the sun
That keep me strong, sinewy, and at one.
Pristine, white beaches under my fiery hooves
Show that nature meant us to prove.
The warmest of winds cast down upon me
Will never tether me now in the land of the free
Coming and going, as life doth decree
This is the truth of unsubjected esprit.
The long mane of unbridled passions
Stand proudly wild in local fashions
As we stand in the clear water of days gone by
And centuries pass as I am still unbelied.
Majestic and supreme, I stand on high
For each day that passes is closer to goodbye
Since freedom is only temporarily given
And my assumption is clearly stricken.
Looking ahead, the land will change
Industrial pollution removes the gallant range.
Clusters of flowers that once flowed in the breeze
Observe as the water begins to recede.
The birds, once aplenty, in the blue skies above,
Are now replaced by flying machines of love.
Where are the fish once in the shaded harbor?
Now out of sight of the once fruited arbor.
The beautiful earth has been replaced by industry
And we never thought that would come to be,
For nature is delicate, in balance and free of cost
But once it is gone, it is forever lost.
What do the shadows now hold in our minds?
Or has the future brought with it, darkening blinds?
While the black clouds roil and spin while they may
Is that also of the past, a warm soaking rain?
Do heed the call, it may never come again,
The new urban terrain may not include trees.
Protect this semi-barren earth from flood and fire
The present lack of rain makes it much drier.
Place your foot within my hoof
You cannot now remain aloof.
I am now the ghost of hauntings past
May the turn of events leave you aghast.
© 2015 Deb Hirt