Safety
Published by GHC • Mar 21st, 2010 • Category: March for Wild Horses, Poetry
by IllinoisCowgirl, age 9
My herd is my home and my protection
I live in the rolling hills of Colorado
We live in a secret valley that only we know about
People try to capture us
But we are too swift and too wild to be captured
People get greedy and try to take our land
We are forced to be penned in cages
And to move away from our rightful land
To find new grazing spots
Our herd has grown smaller and smaller
As many horses get captured
We always are on the look out for danger
When they do try to capture us
Loud birds hover over us
We flee from it
Right towards their trap
But our lead stallion is too smart for them
He turns right
The birds follow
We gallop up a path that has been trampled by wildlife
Soon, we gallop away from the birds
Their loud noises are lost
Finally, we stop and rest
I drink the sweet milk from my mother
The lead stallion walks around the herd
Making sure every horse is still there
I squeal and prance toward him
Asking him if it will happen again
His eyes are caring and he nudges me
He tells me that he doesn’t know
That I shouldn’t be scared
As I prance back to my mother
I hope that it will not happen again
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Image: BLM Photo Library
Very nice poem. I like the way you described how the mustangs are smart enough not to be lead into the trap. Great job!
~WesternMare
Sweet poem, I love how people are writing from the foal’s opinion!
Cute! I like how you wrote it from the foal’s point of view, too! :)
Thanks everyone! I hope someday I can be as good as a writer as you all!
IllinoisCowgirl
I loved being able to glimpse into a mustang foal’s life. It felt like I was a part of the herd, and I was there at the round-ups, and there to outwit the traps ;) This poem can turn into an interesting story. Don’t stop writing, IllinoisCowgirl, you’re talented at it!