Runners

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


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


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