Roaming

And there upon ancient islands History gambles past; Ocracoke soars on silent wings While Shackleford’s sentinel Protects from storm-bought waves.

Ere we scorned sandy signs With industry and calculation; Yet such rough spirits Can reveal a Tattered face.

Remote and proud, Steely-eyed mustangs glide Untouched save hardy few. Wind and sea and stallion run Upon the nether wind; As if they know A misty sea spray song.

Move past weeping growth Where men have trod earth flat Eyes gaze in early morn silent Save the running sun-red ponies.

Open trails meander Horses dance On sea oats and Carefree grass; Forever.