July Story Contest

The Call Of The Wild
By: GummyBear
Age: 11

Born a beast,
Of reckless power,
The horse, he stands,
A mighty tower

Pounding hooves, 
on the moonlit moor,
He raises his head,
And utters a call

A Rope, a cry,
The horse, he falls,
And though he is captured,
The wild calls

His wild spirit,
Cannot be tamed,
His eyes are alight,
With passionate  flames

He is tired and injured, 
He raises his head,
His heart is torn,
A tear he sheds

As he lays he remebers,
The grassy plains,
And though he is broken,
This horse is not tamed

Though he is motionless,
At the foot of the hill,
The call of the wild,
Is alive in him still.