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by Julia | I remember being ten years old and leaning against the black-painted fence that separated the spectators from the riders training within its confines. The spectacular shining coats and flowing gaits of the horses reminded me of runway models…
by Madelaina
I see you’re waiting,
The top of your mane radiating
With the wealth of the sunset…
by Julia
You will pick up the reins, your heart fluttering with excitement.
When you use your hands, you will jerk the reins too hard…
by Madelaina | Hi girls! Start tacking up for the Summer of Horse Dreams Roundup by taking on one last challenge! As you all may be aware of, the American wild horses are currently being driven off of their land and rounded up in holding facilities. For this last challenge, we want YOU to connect with the mustang world and take a stand…
by Julia | For this challenge, you’ll need to be curious, be smart, be creative and be you! We’re asking you to interview someone related to the horse world and write up an interview. It actually isn’t as easy as it sounds, because this time we’re challenging you to take a journalistic approach — focusing on fact rather than opinion…
by Julia | For your first Summer of Horse Dreams challenge, you will be designing a poster/vision board with your dream horse and everything you need to care for your horse…
by Julia | Hey Girls Horse Club! How’s your Summer of Horse Dreams been so far? I wish I could give some of my incredibly good fortune to all of you so everyone could ride and work with the animals we all love so much, but unfortunately I can’t do that…
by Madelaina
The quiet
was almost as deafening as…
by Madelaina | When I was younger, I remembered sitting on the green-tan Nevada hills, listening to my dad dictate the beauty of the landscape with his admiring voice and that adventurous glint in his eyes that nothing else can lure out. The highlight of these quiet moments, when we locked ourselves away from the world, was the sight of a mustang band in the distance…
by Madelaina
Harsh is this world,
But wild horses keep fighting…
