I can remember back, when I was a child
The first time I saw them. Running free, running Wild.
Forever engraved, Etched to my memory
The vision I witnessed. That day in the valley.
The ground filled with Thunder,
I could feel to the depths of my soul.
And the strange whispered callings
that told me to go.
I could not see them, but I knew they were there.
So I set out to find them, alone, without fear.
From my safe place in hiding up high on that ridge,
that seemed to touch heaven,..The top of the world.
With my heart pounding wildly in time to the thunder,
I could feel all around me, the wondrous splendor.
I caught my breath, as they came into sight.
And I could feel myself with them, in the strength of each stride
I could feel the wind on my face, as it tore, and ripped at my clothes.
My eyes stung from the tears, that blinded,... and flowed.
Though just a child, I knew in my heart,
Their Spirits were special. They were not of this earth.
I knew without words, their full meaning and message .
Why.. they were here! Running Free , wild and roaming.
That they stood for Freedom... For Truth, love and joy.
All that is pure, In hearts and of souls.
I could see the whole valley stretched out, below me.
And I watched in enchantment. As my blood raced, from the feelings.
I watched in silence, the sight mesmerizing.
It filled me with joy, with "them",.. I was flying.
I could smell the earth, the dirt that was sent sailing.
From the power of their hooves, reaching and digging.
I could smell the sweat, that ran off of their bodies,
Hair, mingled in dust, the warm air of their breathing.
And they glistened , and shinned as they ran in the sun
In the valley below, on their wild freedom run.
Etched in my Heart, and my Memory
Is the first time I saw,
The wild herd of Mustangs.
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The above, is a true story from my childhood.
I was just a young child. About 8 years old.
There is however "more" to the story, than I revealed in the poem above.
My Father, was an geologist of sorts, and I spent a great many of my younger years growing up in the Deserts of Calif, Nevada and Arizona.
In a time the desert was considered to be "Tabu"
We would find at times, posted into the ground, what at one time must have been the entrance's to some old dirt road. Simply marked by just some OLD broken pieces of boards or wood, to stand as a sign . On the boards, in many cases, just some simple very crude drawings of a skull and cross bones, and or sometimes the word "Danger".
This trip, this time, was in "Death Valley" at a location known today as the "Race Track". A huge dry lake bed.
The herd of horses that I had found, and the feelings I felt at being able to witness them, is and was far more than ,incredible Joy.
In fact "words" could NEVER fully express the magic of the that moment.
What I do know, is that "if" I could, I would "give" ,"that" feeling to every single person walking or that ever had walked this Earth.
In that moment, I also felt incredible anguished sorrow.
I saw more than the horses down there.
I witnessed what was known at the time as "Mustang Runners"
Men with vehicles, and a plane, and a few on horseback, that located and captured the Wild Ones.
Their fate, to gruesome for words.
Even then as I child , I knew without a need for being told, that what I saw there, was wrong.
As I had watched in their Capture I felt extreme sorrow.
I felt all their fears, but I felt also their strength,
And their wills to endure.
Mustangs are indeed a Legacy
The once, and still to this day living legends.
They are of our past, they are of our present, and they live and run free, as hope for our future.
That represent for me still, of all the best and most beautiful,
virtues in life.
That we all could learn from, should we learn to see with our hearts.
The feelings still stir deep within me.
I have to give credit for the Inspiration of "this" work
To an Author that has become a treasured freind of mind. Debra Coppinger Hill. I have to give credit also to the horses, and to what ever forces in the universe allowed me the magical moment. The privelege to be of wittness that day.
While Debra's work always touches me. To "hear" her lyrical voice, tell her "stories" through the words of her poetry, well there are no words to describe the feelings.. All I can say is I become transported, to another time, another place.
She had read her poem "Mustangs" to me, and all of a sudden, there I was back up on that ridge.
Thank you So much Debra!
(If you go to her pages at the Den, you can find a link to her web site, where there are links for her CD tracks. You can listen, and hear Debra's voice, take "you" back in time also, the way that I have.)
Music~ "Brave Heart"
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|Reviewed by Ron Karcz
I really liked this piece. Having seen wild horses many times myself, you captured the spirit. I collect art, also. One of my favorites is by Judy Larson titled "The Spirit Within". You have that!
|Reviewed by Shebzee B
|That was awesome! I love the way it was written. Me and my friend love music, so we go online and get poetry off the internet and put tunes to it and sing it. This is one of the poems. I pick all the poetry... NEway, AMAZING|
|Reviewed by Jimmy Holder
|Excellent writing and it reminds us of the beauty of nature and her offspring! Great artwork too!|
|Reviewed by Patrick Cassidy (Reader)
|This was a very enjoyable piece; you had me experiencing the wild horses as you must have on that fateful day.|
|Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
|Simply beautiful...the art, too...
Thank you for sharing your story...
|Reviewed by Bobby Harris (Reader)
|This is an awesome writing. Thank you for sharing it.
|Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster
|Fabulous write. I am so sorry to hear of the plight of the Mustang. I adore horses. I love your art as well.|
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
This is very interesting. I was spell-bound. Also, when my book gets finished, I'd be honored if you'd design the cover. Your art is beyond measure.
Love U Bunches, Janet xoxoxo
|Reviewed by Sanil nath (Reader)
|Wow Wonderful poem and picture .. superb|
|Reviewed by Caryn Day-Suarez
|Thought inspiring words and picture! Beautiful in all aspects as always Jen!!
|Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)
|Beautiful poem, Jen. You always inspire me.
|Reviewed by Victoria Murray
|Such a wonderful memory...Beautiful Jen I loved it!
|Reviewed by Russ Okamura
|Magnificent expression masterful words.|
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|Beautiful. Thanks for sharing the memory.|
|Reviewed by Tracey Hardie
|Reviewed by William M. Sowman
|Everything is beautiful about this work of art. Starting with the magnificient painting and then the appropriate music that sets the tone for this transcendental
work. No wonder I am your greatest fan. I think your work rises to a level that I can only hope to obtain but never achieve. But you give me srength to keep reaching for the stars and trying to grasp the concepts
of your work. This is amazing, simply amazing, and I bow before your ability and genius. Bill hugs
|Reviewed by Theresa Koch
|Awesome art and exceptional writing!|
|Reviewed by Debra Coppinger Hill
|You honor me, my good friend...Wado!
|Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
|absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing your memory with us hun., This is beautiful....|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|Reviewed by Chris Stevens (Reader)
|a very beautiful tribute to a wonderous and sacred glorious animal!!!!!
|Reviewed by Sailor Neptune
|Powerful and beautiful write...|
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