Wild Horses

Wandering with the rebellious breeze
Into the shade of withering willow trees
Laying together, basking in the warmness
Drawing from each other in the wetness

Happy to be together, this little herd
On a journey of life, so I have heard
Roaming the wild land long before man
Such beautiful peace as they quietly stand
Embracing the world with untamed pride
Spirited and strong, grace in each stride

Look at the first letter of each line---if you haven't already figured it out, this is an acrostic poem.