Wild Thing
Author unknown. As retold by LdyHorse.
Legend tells of a renagade,
of a horse no one could tame.
Her sire was the devil himself,
Wild Thing was her name.
No one knew where she came from,
Quarterhorse blood, they say,
When the leaves dance across the meadow,
on a cold October's day. People would gather from miles around,
to watch her dance upon the wind.
They would only get a glimpse of her,
then she would be gone again. Some had tried to capture her,
take her for a ride.
The town folks called her widow maker,
for all the cowboys who had tried. There was this Indian woman,
had a way with horses, I know,
She headed into the hills one day
to give ol'Wild Thing a go.
When she came upon a clearing,
above a ridge called "Heaven's Gate,"
She thought to herself, "How appropriate,"
and she began to wait. She sat there for what seemed a lifetime,
wondering what this horse might do,
When all at once she heard thunder,
but the sky was the bluest of blue. She held her breath and waited.
So still, she stayed.
The thunder was coming closer now,
She closed her eyes and prayed. Visions of the wild thing
danced inside her head.
This fire breathing renegade,
she was as good as dead. When all had gone quiet, she opened her eyes,
What she saw made her want to scream,
for there before here stood this beautiful horse...
A vision...A legend...A dream. She didn't try to capture here
as so many others had tried.
Instead, she stood and waited,
and when the mare came, the woman cried. For in this horse's eyes,
she saw a reflection of her own fears.
She looked into the horse's eye,
and understood what brought her here.
The Great Spirit had brought the two together,
the only way he could.
This horse was not a renegade,
simply misunderstood.
Now legend tells of a beautiful horse,
whose soul is the bright of light,
and of the Indian woman who rides her,
they roam the hills at night.
People gather form miles around,
to watch them dance upon the wind.
They only get a glimpse of them.
And then they've
