On a moonlit night at the Yuma County Fair,
The winner of the seventh race retired,
When its owner checked on his cocoa English mare,
He found the stable door had been rewired.
With the help she got from the breeder's eldest son,
Matilda made her way to open land,
Once the path was clear of the grassy foxes' run,
She left the boy as he had often planned.
As the dawn approached and Matilda grew fatigued,
She met a herd of mustangs and a colt,
They were wild and free, and with this she was intrigued,
Then joined the renegades in their revolt.
Now and then that boy would stare out at spacious plain,
Imagining Matilda unconfined,
Just a carefree steed with a flowing, darkened mane,
The grass as sweet as any left behind.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.