From untamed plains, a spirit wild and free, Mamore, a mustang, destined to be. Her heart, a tempest, untamed and fierce, A creature of nature, a wild, untamed force.

But fate intervened, a gentle hand's guide, A trainer's compassion, her spirit inside. With patience and love, a bond began to mend, A transformation, a beautiful trend.

A name bestowed, a memory's embrace, Amy's mother's spirit, in Mamore's grace. A tribute to love, a legacy's gleam, A gentle soul, a beautiful dream.

No longer a wild thing, a creature of fear, A gentle companion, drawing near. A touch of the bridle, a whisper's command, A willing heart, a trusting hand.

Her eyes, once wary, now soft and kind, A newfound peace, a tranquil mind. A testament to love, a bond so strong, A story of hope, where right prevails wrong.

So let us celebrate, this beautiful sight, A mustang transformed, bathed in light. Mamore, a miracle, a gift from above, A symbol of hope, and enduring love.