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by Violet Inkpen | My name was Sissy. I was born on a beautiful island, where the grass grew up to your chest (or your nose if you were a foal), where the sea could always be heard in the distance, where the sandy beaches were pure and untainted, and where life was perfect…
by Zanzibar The Great
He’s crying to the night sky now
Pleading with the great creator to set him free…
by Violet Inkpen
You cared about us when times were bad
You fought for us and made us glad…
by Westerngirl | The sounds of nickers, screeches, and screaming filled the air. It was unbearable. I tried to get them to run but they wouldn’t. Horses were loyal and they would never leave another member of the herd in trouble…
by Madelaina
Blossoms that bloom through not only spring
Are these wild horses, alive…
by Toppyrocks | The noise started softly, like rain hitting the ground. Then it grew to sound like a distant thunder, then, a roar that filled the air for miles around. Suddenly a giant mass of brown, black and white came over the ridge. The mass was a group of terrified mustangs, running for their life…
by caroline
Far in the distance,
I see wild horses…
by Natika
We have a thing in the west, that is slowly going away
A thing that is loved, that has seen better days…
by HorseFeathers
This land is barren now silent,
Stiller than death itself…
by Violet Inkpen | Amy leaned against the fence and watched the mustangs trotting around the pen, ears flat. Jimmy was to her left and Sue at her right. Sarah was arguing with her aunt, who worked for the BLM…
