Homage
Published by GHC • Mar 14th, 2010 • Category: March for Wild Horses, Poetry, by Madelainaby Madelaina
Each rear, it draws me near,
Each buck steals them from gravity’s binds…
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by Madelaina
Each rear, it draws me near,
Each buck steals them from gravity’s binds…
by Palamia
I started my life running free
With no barriers or restriction…
by Violet Inkpen
I kick up my feet and shake my mane
Oh to be free on the wide and wild plain…
by IllinoisCowgirl
I reared
I landed on the green grass and was off in a gallop…
by Natasha
Too many have died
Their freedom was lost…
by Madelaina
Springtime you’ll joy in the clover,
the dandelion fields you believe a wonder…
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…