I marvel at the resilience of The wild horses Seeing them in the wild as They race the wind In mountains laden with snow Nothing stops their flow I ponder the fact that they Are on their own No human can make claims Of giving them a hand Yet they thrive year after year Throughout our land For much of humanity they Have always filled a need Is it any wonder Creator called them, noble Steeds
I stopped by as Mr. Ed referred to your work. As a horse lover and advocate, i have to say i love your poem-as a human being, i want to tell you i also was touched by your profile page and the poetry there-best to you, Karen Vansderlaan
Utterly beautiful...breath-taking, really. Wonderful offering, Eileen. Man's crimes against the wonders of nature are so 'accepted' these days, one can't do enough to bring attention to our natural treasures (wild horses being a prime example). You are doing your part with flair.
I read this yesterday and gave myself some time to process this...the spirit lives in this poem and the graphic...the purpose in life is to see what Creator/Creatress has designed to give humans a balance of soul...tame and wild...without both merging into our personas, we can't live a balanced life...we need to be dormant at tranquil times and we need to be on the run with our manes in the wind kicking our heels up at other times....this poem, you know, really suits me, Eileen...
WILD HORSES: A poem as majestic as the "noble steeds" themselves. Thank you for capturing so much of their strength and beauty and sharing it through these lines,
What a great picture!! I would love to have that on my wall!! Horses and Rotties...my loves. I personally ALL horse should have the freedom to do what thier spirit was made to do...RUN. Beautiful poem.
America had One Hundred Nations, Bald Eagles, Bisons and Wild Horses.
Present day ranchers had lobbied to declare the wild horses vermin.
The America spirit is not only bent...its also broken.
Georg
Outstanding write my friend...I agree with Karla, captures the spirit well! Beautifully written, the music, artwork and words make a wonderful trio!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
They are magnificent creatures, Tiger Lily, and they have roamed our West for centuries - absolutely free. But soon, they too, will be just a memory, since our government is now allowing more and more of them to be slaughtered for foreign consumption.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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If bears, wolves, mountain lions and other predators weren't hunted to near extinction, wild horses may have had a tougher time.
As your poem reflects, they sure are beautiful--some of the best Spanish steeds of their time.
Ron
Gina
Sage
Aberjhani
Love Tinka
Present day ranchers had lobbied to declare the wild horses vermin.
The America spirit is not only bent...its also broken.
Georg
Horses in the wild is like an american dream
Peace
love & Peace
William
Be safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
well done ET :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
They also played a significant prophetic roll in Revalations.
Regards
Dai
Thanks,
Dan
Very spiritual feelings. Both words and music.