Girls Horse Club - March for Wild Horses

Blogs in the 'Inspiration' Channel

Homage

Published by GHC • Mar 14th, 2010 • Category: March for Wild Horses, Poetry, by Madelaina

by Madelaina
Each rear, it draws me near,
Each buck steals them from gravity’s binds…



Running Free

Published by GHC • Mar 13th, 2010 • Category: March for Wild Horses, Poetry

by Palamia
I started my life running free
With no barriers or restriction…



Rejoice in Freedom

Published by GHC • Mar 12th, 2010 • Category: March for Wild Horses, Poetry, by Violet Inkpen

by Violet Inkpen
I kick up my feet and shake my mane
Oh to be free on the wide and wild plain…



Freedom

Published by GHC • Mar 11th, 2010 • Category: March for Wild Horses, Poetry

by IllinoisCowgirl
I reared
I landed on the green grass and was off in a gallop…



Please, Do Not Take Them

Published by GHC • Mar 10th, 2010 • Category: March for Wild Horses, Poetry

by Natasha
Too many have died
Their freedom was lost…



I See You Run

Published by GHC • Mar 10th, 2010 • Category: March for Wild Horses, Poetry, by Madelaina

by Madelaina
Springtime you’ll joy in the clover,
the dandelion fields you believe a wonder…



Mustang of Smaller Size

Published by GHC • Mar 9th, 2010 • Category: Fiction, March for Wild Horses, by Violet Inkpen

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…



Run Free

Published by GHC • Mar 8th, 2010 • Category: March for Wild Horses, Poetry

by Zanzibar The Great
He’s crying to the night sky now
Pleading with the great creator to set him free…



Mustang Angel

Published by GHC • Mar 7th, 2010 • Category: March for Wild Horses, Poetry, by Violet Inkpen

by Violet Inkpen
You cared about us when times were bad
You fought for us and made us glad…



Saving Freedom

Published by GHC • Mar 6th, 2010 • Category: Fiction, March for Wild Horses

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…