THANK YOU to everyone who came out to March for Wild Horses. We read dozens of inspired contributions to our blog, and the gallery artwork was stunning. Your collective, creative voice made a powerful statement: We have an unwavering passion for wild horses, and we’re determined to assure they’re protected and preserved for horse girls and boys of the future…

by Madelaina
The quiet
was almost as deafening as…

by Violet Inkpen | A lone figure in the dark stood on top of a gentle slope, its eyes cast far over the horizon. The sadness came again with a pang of loneliness. Ah, how simple life was so long ago when he was a foal! The figure sighed and looked at the sky. It was a dark shade of pink and orange, the last fading lights began to turn from orange to purple and soon the world would be dark…

by HorseFeathers
Run, keep running my young one
Or the great sky bird will catch you…

by IllinoisCowgirl
We are swift and strong
Free and majestic…

by Madelaina | When I was younger, I remembered sitting on the green-tan Nevada hills, listening to my dad dictate the beauty of the landscape with his admiring voice and that adventurous glint in his eyes that nothing else can lure out. The highlight of these quiet moments, when we locked ourselves away from the world, was the sight of a mustang band in the distance…

by Autumn Thompson | Chloe Stewart sat at the kitchen table, painting her nails hot pearl pink. She admired the sparkle it gave out as the sun shone through the window and sighed happily. It was finally June, and she could hardly wait for summer vacation to begin…

by Jonannah | The Nevada sun beat down on Leigh’s back. It was a super hot day and she thought she must be crazy to take this hike. But the words still rang through her ears. “Have you ever seen a wild horse?” Her cousin, Christy, had asked her. Leigh had just smiled and shrugged, “No, never…

by horsesincorporated
Be strong horse of the west
Your spirit is never ending…

by Toppyrocks | The spring air filled the mustangs with hope and happiness. The harsh winter was giving way to warm air, sunny skies, full tummies and most importantly, new herd members. A nicker filled the air, the nicker of a mare announcing the birth of spring’s first foal. The herd gathered around, all wanting to greet the new arrival…