Standing on the top of the rise in the prairie she saw the horses running wild. The gallops were smooth. Puffs of dust with each hoof fall. Tails flowing in the breeze like waves on the ocean. Wishing she had the freedom to run like those mustangs. The sweet, fresh air was rushing across the muscles of their bodies. No one is demanding them to take a saddle on their backs. No plows or buggies to pull. Only the freedom to run.
As she watched the horses dip behind the next rise her mom called to her. Time to come set the table for supper. There were always tasks. Tables to be set, washing to be scrubbed, windows to be washed. Never was any task done correctly or fast enough. If only once Mom would say thanks. If only once Mom would say, 'good job'. Only once.
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| Wild Horses Running Together is a photograph by Natural Selection Craig Tuttle which was uploaded on May 22nd, 2012. |
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Janice
