GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on July 3, 2009, 8:00

by Peanut, age 9

They live in the fields, open blue skies
Not thinking ’bout life, or how they want to die
The trees surround them, their forest, their home
A fence now surrounding the lot they used to roam.

The sound of yelling men, sound across the plain,
Cowboys on their horses, equipped with rope and rein,
Their instincts tell them it’s time to leave and run,
The grass tore up behind them, the hot, scorching sun.

The ropes land round their necks, they buck and rear, nowhere do they get.
As their strangled cries of