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he Bond - By Dennis Brown
I ride in the desert,
on Zoe a horse,
a mustang God Gave me
only she knows the course.
She’s tall and she’s lanky,
her eye’s are of brown,
she’s able and willing
but sometimes a clown.
Her mane and tail
are a sight to behold,
they wave as the flag does,
fluent and bold.
Her stride is steadfast,
like an eagle takes flight.
The path is narrow,
she keeps heaven in sight.
There’s a mark on her neck,
a cold brand I am told,
put there by man,
her history unfolds.
Born in a herd
that runs wild and free,
I wonder how long
that freedom will be.
Man takes their land
from which they roam,
a gift God gave them
to call their home.
A friend and companion
she’s been since we met.
I wonder sometimes
if she has any regret.
I look in her eyes,
deep to the soul,
where I find true, true freedom
only a mustang can hold.
A piece of America
stands by my side,
this little brown mustang
wild with pride.
When I leave this earth
please God let it be,
together in heaven,
little Zoe and me.
LET’S KEEP AMERICA, AMERICA . . .
ADOPT A MUSTANG
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