Please, Do Not Take Them
by Natasha, age 9
Too many have died
Their freedom was lost
This is a mistake
With such a huge cost
Please let them live free
And run with the wind
Hear their voices
The freedom in them
Not the buzz of the helicopter
The clang of the gates
Please do not take them
Their spirits are free
Let them live out their life as should be
They are part of our country
A national treasure
We need to protect them
Now and forever
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Image: BLM Photo Library
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by Madelaina, age 14
Springtime you’ll joy in the clover,
the dandelion fields you believe a wonder
of golden droplets and prairie grasses
as the slightest, cool breeze passes.
Sun of summer glowing near,
there are creeks ever-flowing here,
delightful to the baking pelts,
and trees for comfort when all else melts.
Autumn cools the open skies
down to plains of every size.
The weather blows the perfect time
to let the valley ring your chime.
Winter in full cruelty hails,
and bark you eat when all
read more »Looking Back................ Getting Home
Part 1I couldn't wait to get out of that emergency room. Not remembering what happened during the procedure made me uneasy. I just wanted to get back to the privacy of my home.First we had to get my prescription filled. It was clear my recovery was going to be difficult. There wasn't much chance I'd get through without taking the pain medications prescribed by the doctors. I could still feel what seemed like every little movement in my body translated to pain in my arm.The ride home was not as traumatic
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Mustang of Smaller Size
by Violet Inkpen, age 13
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. There were herds of horses like me, we all grew up on the same island, we all lived the same life basically, but one day would change those lives, and force us together. They say the island was called Assateague, and we
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Looking Back................ the Treatment
Part 1While I felt the initial contact of both doctors' hands, I don't remember a thing from that point forward. My last memory was a smidgen of the pressure as I felt the docs begin to pull on my arm and shoulder. From there my memory went blank. I don't remember one single thing about the entire effort to relocate my shoulder or pulling the bone back into proper position. I don't know if it hurt........and frankly I don't care. I have no memory and that's probably best. I do know that Dave told
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Another New Chapter for Horse&Rider
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Run Free
by Zanzibar The Great, age 15
He’s crying to the night sky now
Pleading with the great creator to set him free
Willing to make a deal with whomever there was
But no one listens
No one pays heed to him
He’s just a Mustang
Agony ripples through every fiber of him
He’s willing to die right now
Rather than forfeit his freedom
In exchange for a stable and saddle
No one cares about his wants
He’s just a Mustang
Now he’s burning with rage
Pacing his pen like a worrisome mare
Snapping out at
read more »NeighSayers: Dear Horse.....
Great letter from "Your Adoring Owner" to a horse. Ditto to my horses, although I'd also request that this spring they refrain from dumping clover slobber onto my jacket, head and, in brilliant feats of marksmanship, the insides of my...
read more »Looking Back................ the Diagnosis
Part 1Once the docs got to see the X-Rays of the injury I'd received falling backwards off my Arabian horse, they could tell what was really going on with my arm and shoulder. I had a compound fracture of the humerus right below the ball portion of the bone. The tendons and ligaments were wedged in between the two pieces of bone. A big part of the incredible amount of pain I was experiencing was because of the positioning of the tendons and ligaments between those pieces of humerus. Any movement
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When I was a kid my dad would haul me down to the local fishing pond on derby day, fix up my pole with a Dick Knight spinner, and off to the races I'd go. I'd cast and reel it in, cast and reel in, cast, feel the bite, set the hook, and reel in. Over and over until my limit was reached. It was exhilarating. I loved the constant motion, and I was always in the prizes, so obviously what I was doing was right, right?Other kids? Well, some used worms and some sat there with bobbers, waiting for the
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Something's Ahoof in Kentucky: Equine Health and Welfare Board FIrst Step from New Organization as Kentucky Tops List of Legally Lax States for Abuse
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Workin' out...
Whewwww......oh my goodness is this soreness from working out ever going to go away??? Yes I'm pushin' it a bit because I'm "spring training" for riding season and I wanna be in awesome shape......but I do not remember being constantly sore when I worked out hard core as a teenager! That must be it....I'm just flat up getting old! LOL ...... oh some day soon this will all pay off......at least it better!!!!!!
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Today's challenge on Sunday Stills is numbers. Actual numbers. No problemo, Ed. Got lots of that!Numbers hang off the necks of those left behind.They're spray painted on those found starving at the 3-Strikes Ranch, aka Mustang Outpost. (Thankfully, Jason Meduna, the man who starved so many mustangs to death, was convicted of animal cruelty. Too bad his sentence didn't reflect the suffering he inflicted.)Numbers are freezebranded onto hips of those deemed 'too old' to adopt.Even the wee ones are
read more »Mustang Angel
by Violet Inkpen, age 13
You cared about us when times were bad
You fought for us and made us glad
You protected us with words and deed
Turning away the hungry greed
When we were alone you were there
When we were sad you were fair
When we needed someone to care
We could count on you to be there
You fought for us against those who were mean
A silent guardian you were unseen
You cared about us when we were taken
To truth you we aren’t mistaken
When freedom fails and we are caged
You fight for
read more »Looking Back................ the ER
Part 1Dave tends to panic whenever things go awry. Seeing me on the floor crying, and clutching my arm didn't do anything but scare him half to death. His immediate reaction was to call 911...... but that's the last thing I wanted to do. I didn't have much confidence that 911 would get me help any quicker than I could get it for myself......with Dave's help, of course.When he realized I'd be mad if he called 911 for help, Dave tried to get me up so we could go for help. I screamed as he grabbed
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