November Poem Contest

Fierce Freedom
By: britnie & shadow
Age 11

I was born to be Free,
I was born to be wild,
I was born to be fast,
I was born to be strong.
    
But yet I was caught,
by some odd creatures,
they beat me,
and rode me hard,
to try to break me,
but I never gave up,
and fought and fought and fought,
so finally they sold me.
  
 I was bought by a woman,
 who tried to ride me,
 but as soon as she mounted,
 I bucked her off,
 I was hoping she would give up,
 but something odd happened,
she turned around and walked away,
and then returned with a small one-of-her,
and she lead the girl to me,
and the girl pet me,
and then the woman left,
and then, before I knew it,
the girl was riding me.
          
 She taught me to be kind,
 the little girl did,
and I learned not everyone's mean,
and that there are some true hearts,
and for most of my life,
I lived with the girl,
and then one day,
when I was getting old,
the girl who was now a young woman,
trailered me off,
and then, to my heart's dismay,
we arrived in a place,
where I could see for ever,
I wanted to jerk my lead rope out of the girl-now-woman's hand,
but I didn't,
because I knew now that the best things in life,
are only earned by goodness,
and I was right.....

I now run with a herd,
through the high mountains,
across the grassy plains,
living the life of a
FIERCE
FREEDOM