Freedom

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 11, 2010, 9:00 am


by IllinoisCowgirl, age 9 I reared I landed on the green grass and was off in a gallop My eyes were blazing with excitement My independence burst right out of me The wind played with my mane Moving it this way and that Like the waves of an ocean My mustang ways shown through me I passed hills and valleys Lakes and streams Fields and pastures where horses neighed at me Who is this one who runs free without a care in the world? They wonder I am as untamed as fire No rope can bound me No human can
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Please, Do Not Take Them

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 10, 2010, 9:00 am


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 * * * Image: BLM Photo Library More to read...Symbols Slowly Fading Run Free Reverie
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I See You Run

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 10, 2010, 8:55 am


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
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Mustang of Smaller Size

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


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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Run Free

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 8, 2010, 9:00 am


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
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Mustang Angel

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 7, 2010, 9:00 am


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
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Saving Freedom

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 6, 2010, 9:05 am


by Westerngirl, age 14 The sounds of nickers, screeches, and screaming filled the air. It was unbearable. I tried to get them to run but they wouldn’t. Horses were loyal and they would never leave another member of the herd in trouble. Then I saw him. The horse that I loved. The horse that I had a special bond with. The horse that was mine. His white coat with brown spots was sweating. And now he was being captured. Being tied up for no reason. Heading towards certain death. I couldn’t
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Wild Horses, Our Hearts

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 6, 2010, 9:00 am


by Madelaina, age 14 Blossoms that bloom through not only spring Are these wild horses, alive. Chasing at gloom with no fear or such thing Though fearless they may not survive. Their home in America is older than ours, in those years they tamed the air; adopted wind’s spirit, over field and flowers – A land that is rightfully theirs. Yet justified is it, their removing? Fair, you think, to re-home? All you knew taken away, how would be your living When to wherever, you can no longer roam? They
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The Final Scream

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 5, 2010, 9:00 am


Toppyrocks, age 13 The noise started softly, like rain hitting the ground. Then it grew to sound like a distant thunder, then, a roar that filled the air for miles around. Suddenly a giant mass of brown, black and white came over the ridge. The mass was a group of terrified mustangs, running for their life. Just moments later, a helicopter came over the ridge chasing the already exhausted mustangs. The helicopter never tired. Mustangs did. They were coated in sweat despite the winter air. The helicopter
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Runners

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 5, 2010, 8:55 am


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
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Symbols Slowly Fading

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 4, 2010, 9:00 am


by Natika, age 18 We have a thing in the west, that is slowly going away A thing that is loved, that has seen better days We want them to stay around, but how can they When some people are okay, if they were to die this day It is a symbol of our past, yet one that shouldn’t pass It is a symbol of our freedom, one that shouldn’t pass It is a symbol of our life, one that shouldn’t pass It is a symbol of our dreams, one that shouldn’t pass But sadly this symbol is fading, to the point where
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Only an Echo

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 3, 2010, 9:00 am


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
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Alpha Squad: Heart of a Mustang

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 2, 2010, 1:00 pm


Amy leaned against the fence and watched the mustangs trotting around the pen, ears flat. Jimmy was to her left and Sue at her right. Sarah was arguing with her aunt, who worked for the BLM. Sue sighed. Jimmy looked at her with a warning glance. “If you are thinking about buying ALL of these you better forget it,” he warned. Sue grinned at him. “Don’t worry. I’ve learned my lesson a thousand times over. I am NOT going to suggest it. They ALL need help. There isn’t
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Reverie

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 1, 2010, 1:05 pm


by Rochlia, age 14 suddenly I am swept away taken by a daydream up upon a balcony leaning on the rails the shining sun before me the world beneath my feet I scan the forests and prairies glimpse eternity in miles every secret place nothing is hidden from view yet only one thing catches my eye four horses borne in the wind with lightning speed they canter over meadows, fields, and plains fading into forests jumping waterfalls with ease rejoicing in freedom they have fire in their eyes none will
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Wild Mustangs: The Words in Their Eyes

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 1, 2010, 12:46 pm


Photo Illustration by Madelaina by Madelaina, age 14 With the battle for the freedom of America’s wild mustangs, I’ve read, gathered and dwelled on the many facts I came across, and the thoughts that evolved from them. So here I’ve composed a small but provoking collection of them to hopefully inform and inspire… BLM has claimed that the western lands which the mustangs live on can only healthily support 24, 000 horses, yet currently there are an estimated 20, 000 horses currently running
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March for Wild Horses

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 1, 2010, 8:00 am


Photo Illustration by Madelaina, age 14 – Visit the Gallery for More Wild Horse Artwork » March for Wild Horses is an online event hosted by Girls Horse Club. The intent to use our collective, creative voice to speak out for the rights of wild horses on public lands, and show our support for the individuals and organizations who are their loving protectors. Each day throughout the month we’ll publish stories, essays, poems, and artwork created by horse girls, inspired by wild horses. Below
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Relics of the West

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on February 18, 2010, 2:36 pm


by SB, age 13 There once was a time when the hardiest horses roamed the wild plains. They were abundant, Not under human control. This legendary beast had lived peacefully with the Indians, But then the day came when the white man ruled. They turned their cattle loose upon the horses’ lands. The wild horses began to starve, And the white man helped it do so. Some hated them for keeping food away from their herds. They were afraid of them; They had such a strong will to survive and live. Shots
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I Dream of Wild Horses

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on February 10, 2010, 2:26 pm


by Anne-Marie, age 10 I dream of horses galloping in a valley, wild, majestic and free. Manes and tails flying, hearts racing, eyes ablaze and nostrils flaring. Heading toward the beach, ears prick forward at the sound of rolling waves. They gallop so quickly, it looks as if they are floating above the ground. Chesnuts, bays, blacks, browns, whites, greys, palominos and paints… Though there are many in such a large herd, not one horse is left behind. Their whinnies, snorts and nickers are
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Wild Mustang

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on February 6, 2010, 4:04 pm


by Blaze’ncowgirl, age 15 Wherever you go Illusions follow Leaving us bewildered behind As you disappear Through unknown paths Many times Unbeknownst to me Secretly you watch Till something scatters you away And then there are times Never for long When I ride beside you in my dreams With the wind grabbing our manes And mixing them into one Beginning March 1st 2010, Girls Horse Club will host March for Wild Horses here at our virtual barn. The intent is to use our collective, creative voice
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New Decade, New Direction

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on February 1, 2010, 2:27 pm


Dear Horse Girls, I hope the new decade is off to a great start for you and your four-legged friends. In addition to rebuilding the Stables and dusting off stories from the Loft Book Club archives, I’ve been pondering the future of the GHC blog and have decided on some big changes, along with what’s next. So here goes… JUNIOR BLOGGERS After careful consideration, I’ve decided to discontinue the Junior Blogger program. There are many factors that went into this decision, but a
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