Wild Horses

Wild horses on the Montana range

With the sunset blazing bright red;

From day to night in a slow change,

Under big skies where freedom's bred.

 

Freedom such a fine word of course,

Maybe the finest ever spoken;

And what better way than a horse,

Out on the range wild and unbroken.

 

Does your wild heart not skip a beat?

I know it surely does for me,

When wild horses I'd chance to meet,

On the open range running free.

 

Forever etched one of those scenes,

Across the range a rambling herd;

Wild horses wander like my dreams

Where freedom is the finest word