A Wish in the Wind

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 25, 2010, 9:00 am

by Toppyrocks, age 13 Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 Chapter 1 The spring air filled the mustangs with hope and happiness. The harsh winter was giving way to warm air, sunny skies, full tummies and most importantly, new herd members. A nicker filled the air, the nicker of a mare announcing the birth of spring’s first foal. The herd gathered around, all wanting to greet the new arrival, but only to be warned off by the proud new mother. Gently, the mare licked
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Our Hero: Wild Horse Annie

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 24, 2010, 1:34 pm

While sifting through the many beautiful (and sad) images in the BLM library looking for photos to accompany your work, I came across this black and white photo of a plaque in Colorado dedicating the Little Book Cliffs Wild Horse Range to Wild Horse Annie (aka Velma Bronn Johnston). Most of us are very familiar with Wild Horse Annie, the animal rights activist whose work resulted in a Nevada law to ban air and land vehicles from hunting and capturing wild horses on state land (the Wild Horse Annie
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A New Voice

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 24, 2010, 9:00 am

by Violet Inkpen, age 13 “Jess! Come on!” Jess turned around. Her friend, Amy, called “Amz” by her friend, was slowly walked towards her, leading a tall, handsome horse. His coat was light bay with a white patch at his shoulder and four black stockings from his hooves to his knees. His black mane glowed with health. Amy was tall with black hair pulled into a pony tail. Her face was slightly round and her teeth were covered in pink and black braces. Jess tugged her red hair behind
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GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 23, 2010, 9:00 am

by Madelaina, age 14 Harsh is this world, But wild horses keep fighting, They fight to inspire, fight to touch, Fight to survive when there isn’t much. Fight to be free at times like these, And feel each wildly wind that breathes. They fight for control over their spirit, Fighting to neigh for all to hear it. Fight to tell us there is purity, And that you can dream with security. Fighting to teach us to live with nature, Respecting each and every creature. They keep fighting so that we can all
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The Way It Should Be

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 22, 2010, 9:00 am

by Westerngirl, age 14 Wild horses roaming free Their land is like a sea There’s no reason for them to flee I wish everyone would agree Wild horses roaming free Just like the way it should be * * * Image: BLM Photo Library More to read...Symbols Slowly Fading Wild, Day and Night Running Free
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GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 21, 2010, 9:00 am

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
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Wild Horses in Winds of Change

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 21, 2010, 8:55 am

This is one of many clips from a documentary series, Wild Horses in Winds of Change, that explores the silver linings for today’s wild horses and burros, even as thousands are rounded up and held in long-term corrals. “During a time when the situation for the wild horses seems dire, many beautiful and gifted voices are rising like sisters stars amidst the storm. Although their bodies may currently be captive, their spirits have traveled through the winds to find those, who can hear
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A Black Heart

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 20, 2010, 9:00 am

by Violet Inkpen, age 13 The man narrowed his cruel, grey eyes, and watched as a band of mustangs ran, terrified, from the helicopter overhead. The leader, a rust colored stallion, was herding them away from danger, or so he thought. The man’s thin lips split into a wicked grin as the mustangs galloped headlong into the trap the BLM had set for them. Realizing they were being cornered into pens, the mustangs slowed down and tried to turn away, but men slammed the gates behind them, trapping
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GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 19, 2010, 9:00 am

AN INTRODUCTION FROM ROCHLIA Girls are connected to horses and horses connect girls. During GHC’s winter break I was bored and randomly searched the internet for information about wild horses. After awhile I came upon some pictures of two beautiful horses named Poco and Bones. I wanted to learn more about them, and finally found TJ Holmes’ wonderful blog about both horses as well as the other mustangs of Spring Creek, Colorado. I immediately fell in love with her wild horses and their
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Wild, Day and Night

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 19, 2010, 8:55 am

by Cassidy, age 16 Running mustangs, wild and free Whose beauty awes all the people who see. Their manes and tails are flying And their grace comes without trying. “Capture them,” men say when they see the sight, Of these creatures who are wild, day and night. Men wrangle and wrestle to bring them back. Then check them over to find what they lack. Something has disappeared from within the horses, Something that was there when they were on their own courses. Because they are trapped, and they
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GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 18, 2010, 9:00 am

by Sadie Rooke, age 16 I awoke with a name in my ears, a tumbling, galloping name. It rolled along a warm breath that left my mother’s lips and ruffled my fluffy mane. “Irreantum,” murmured the mare, nudging her little foal’s head. He was nestled in close beside her in the warm summer grass. The sky stretched above them, soft and violet and edged with storm clouds, but here they were safe; in their little hollow of grass. She nuzzled her foal’s downy head and loved him. He was golden brown
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Forever Free

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 18, 2010, 8:55 am

by Madelaina, age 14 My mesmerism is the way you blaze, Across a land that surrenders a roar, And dark are times, yet you’ll always amaze, Showing us the paths we never explore. I regret not being there when you’re caught, Then perhaps could I give help where wanted; I, at least, would then repay what I’m taught When you galloped, free and so undaunted. In seas, you are, each one a different light, Breathing mighty breaths, each beat of heart’s true, Purest veins run at your rhythm of flight Found
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Fahd’s Odyssey

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 17, 2010, 9:00 am

by Autumn Thompson, age 14 The steady drone of the cargo plane’s engine vibrated beneath the dark bay Thoroughbred colt’s hooves as the plane flew steadily through the sky. Dark Sha‘ar, or Fahd as he was less formally known, shifted restlessly in his stall and pawed the deep straw which he stood on. It seemed to him that he’d been cooped up in here for eight days, instead of eight hours! “I’m tired of being cooped up in this boring old stall for hours and hours,” the two-year-old colt
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Phantom Stallion

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 16, 2010, 9:00 am

by Tamara, age 12 The majestic silver stallion Gallops gracefully across his land. His land where he can be free. His land where he can fly, On his blue wings. He is untameable, For his spirit lives in the land of freedom. The land that no one can claim. The stallion is free, Forever and always. He flies solo, Because no other can relate to him. He is unique, Silly, Strong, And mighty. But what about his girl? Sam, the girl who gave him this glorious freedom. Can she fly with him? No. For he is
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Simplest Joys

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 16, 2010, 8:55 am

by Violet Inkpen, age 13 As I watched snow storm after snow storm my heart sank in sorrow. Snow was piling up and I fell into the snow drifts up to my knees when I took my puppy outside. The whole town was shut down and there was no art class, no teen group, nothing that gave me joy each week. But as I sat thinking, I began to think about mustangs. What were THEY doing in weather like this? I pictured a stallion, his mane heavy with snow, blinking calmly as he looked at his mares, sheltered under
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Wild Ash

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 15, 2010, 9:00 am

by Julie, age 13 It was a hot summer night, the kind where everyone opens their doors and sits outside until the light fades. A girl sat on a blanket spread of the damp grass, in front of a cottage a bit farther up the mountain than the rest. Her wooden needles clicked, jerking back and forth, her eyes fixed on them. The old woman sitting next to her was knitting, too, but the movements of her dark, wrinkled fingers were smooth, and she looked down the mountain, at the cottages clustered together. The
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GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 14, 2010, 9:05 am

by Madelaina, age 14 Each rear, it draws me near, Each buck steals them from gravity’s binds. Yet they home back to the ground Where glorious food entices their minds. My every blink, A shutter click, And photos are printed onto memories. Lying here, no need to think I watch in lulling reveries As mustangs run In homage to the sky. * * * Image: BLM Photo Library More to read...Rejoice in Freedom Horses, Outsoar I See You Run
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Running Free

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 13, 2010, 9:00 am

by Palamia, age 11 I started my life running free With no barriers or restriction Struggling to gain my feet And find my first meal Running free with my herd Until I was captured And made to be tame I carried my load Until I was freed And ran wild again * * * Image Source: BLM Photo Library More to read...Run Free Rejoice in Freedom Singing With the Wind and Running With the Sky
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Don’t Take My Home

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 12, 2010, 2:01 pm

This beautiful video was created by talented wild horse photographer Pam Nickoles. It’s one of many videos that can be found on her blog post, Wild Horse Videos. The moving song My Home is by another talented horse girl, Mary Ann Kennedy, available at MaryAnnKennedy.com. More to read...Rockin’ the Barn
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Rejoice in Freedom

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 12, 2010, 9:00 am

by Violet Inkpen, age 13 I kick up my feet and shake my mane Oh to be free on the wide and wild plain I run in the sun and chase the wind for miles My freedom and charm brings to humans smiles Oh how I love freedom’s call As I gallop in my herd of mustangs big and small All are called to run and be free This is what mustangs were meant to be To watch the foals dance around To watch hooves pounding the ground To see a sea of bodies move as one To be warmed and guarded by the sun The call of
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