Runners
Published by GHC • Mar 5th, 2010 • Category: March for Wild Horses, Poetry
by caroline, age 11
Far in the distance,
I see wild horses.
They run
quickly,
blindly,
desperately.
Behind them,
a helicopter.
A metal giant,
pursuing them
until,
finally,
they run,
exhausted,
into the pens.
Stumbling,
they flee
from the pens
to trucks.
But there is no escape.
They thrash,
kick,
scream.
Never to know freedom again.
Only a lucky few will know love.
Many will perish,
others be destroyed,
and others lose desire to go on.
Then there are those,
who never stop fighting,
hoping,
trying.
These are the ones who survive.
Yet some rare,
uncommon,
wonderful few
go to sanctuaries,
parks,
reserves.
One last time,
the gate is opened before them.
They take one testing step.
The gate remains open.
They raise their heads,
tasting the air.
They can feel it,
their moment has come.
Without looking back,
they run,
in a gait faster than a gallop,
their tales streaming,
their manes flying out behind them,
flying in freedoms wind.
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Image: BLM Photo Library
Top notch poem! We cannot begin to imagine the pain and confusion that these animals have to endure… there are those though that are released back onto the plains.
~HF
thats great! I love it. You could really feel it. Sorry this comment is so short. Im tired and my brain is jumbled. But awesome work. :0)
This poem only stirrs my anger even more agianst the BLM.
Great job! The structure of the lines kind of remind me of a Japanese form of poetry called haiku-do you know it?
That was amazing! the description and the way the poem flowed was outstanding. I could actually see the horses running and hear them screaming. That was amazing… Totally love it. And I love the pic. :)
This a great poem, awesome job! It is, sadly, true, that oh so many lucky horses get released into reserves or back into the wild. They wonder, “What have we done to loose our home?” And the answer thats been told by most is “Nothing.” Anyways, nice poem! :)
~WesternMare
Good job! I loved reading it, i like how the lines are short and simple, but have meaning to them. And i agree with Violet Inkpen completely. It stirs my anger for the BLM more.
Reading this poem felt like I was actually there at the round-up. I feel so helpless though, and I was inclined for one minute to fly over there and do something. Great poem! You’ve used beautiful lines.
Beautiful poem. The poem shows great contrast between freedom and reality. Great structure. I enjoy each line.
Bravo!, Miss Caroline, Bravo! You demonstrate so beautifully that the pen is mightier than the sword.
The pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing
Made of a quill from an angel’s wing–
Henry Constable
from Notes to Todd’s
“Milton”, vol. V, p. 454 (ed. 1826)
That touched me. It truly did! Amazin poem! :)
I love the wording in this poem.