Only an Echo
Published by GHC • Mar 3rd, 2010 • Category: March for Wild Horses, Poetry
Painting and Poem by HorseFeathers, age 17
This land is barren now silent,
Stiller than death itself
The earth once trembled with thundering hooves
And the hills echoed with their song
The desert lark cries out
But she receives only the answer of the wind
Where the young foals used to play
Sand smooths away any evidence of their existence
I stand in this place listening
Only to my thoughts
“What have we done?”
I cry more than question
The last of the wild ones have vanished
No, they have been stolen
My children’s children will
Remember them as only a fairy tale
The land is barren now
And it weeps in silence.
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WOW, horsefeathers!. That was ama-za-zing!!!! I loved it! It was so moving. It made me all depressed. It’s so so good! And I LOVE the painting. An obvious show of some of your talent. :0)
…….*crying* so moving and powerful and so very sad! So lonely and baren and..just so sad.
This is so sad- I hope it doesn’t ever play out! My heart sunk just reading it.
HF, the feeling in this poem was so real and heartfelt. The painting was good too, it perfectly conveys the sadness and lifelessness of the range. The poem was so sad, but it’s REAL. You have a great way with emotions, and even though the poem has substance, it’s not too heavy. It will stay with me though. Great job!!
Oh, my gosh. That is TOUCHING! It makes me partially angry @ BLM. I’m only partially angry because THEY’RE ONLY DOING THEIR JOB. I mean, it IS mean, selfish, and unkind to take our heritage away from us, and destroy them. More horses have died due to roundups than ever would in the wild naturally. This HAS to stop, before all of them are gone, as described in you poem. We HAVE to fight for them, before we do, indeed, “remember them as only a fairy tale”. Save the wild horses. Stop wild horse roundups BEFORE it gets out of control.
Wow awesome job, HF! :) I find the poem deep yet powerful. I love it :D
That poem really makes us think about what we’re doing. It’s very powerful, and you’ve got all the emotions perfectly. Wonderful job once again!
That is so moving and deep-I hope that doesn’t ever happen, like Rochlia says! I loved it! :)
Thanks gals. I wrote this poem in a mindset as to what the reality might possibly be if it were decided to take all the wild horses off the range. Sort of a barren womb unable to give life, metaphor compared to what the land would be without our equine.
thanks again
~HF
Hey LeadMare, when is more of the publishing calendar going to be filled up? Just wondering.
Husky: I believe that near the end of each week Leadmare might be filling up the following week. At least that appears to be what she’s doing. No worries it’ll get here soon enough. ;)
~HF
Woe! HorseFeathers! That was sooooooo good! But your poem is true. We are stealing Amercias bueaty. LOVE THE PAINTING!
Molly,
A sad thought HF!
OK thanks HF!
HorseFeathers, that was an amazing painting and poem. Congratulations on doing such a great job :-)
[Nevada Sunshine]
“The land is barren now and it weeps in silence.” The west will truly never be complete without wild horses. Never.