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Published by • Mar 14th, 2010 • Category: by Madelaina, March for Wild Horses, Poetry


by Madelaina, age 14

Each rear, it draws me near,
Each buck steals them from gravity’s binds.
Yet they home back to the ground
Where glorious food entices their minds.

My every blink,
A shutter click,
And photos are printed onto memories.
Lying here, no need to think
I watch in lulling reveries
As mustangs run
In homage to the sky.

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Image: BLM Photo Library

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  1. That was really good!!!!! I loved how you totally discribed the mustang! CHAMPION WORK!


  2. Awesome revelation Made! I love looking at old photos of mustangs during the western times. We look at the past of our Nation, the wars, the explorations, the travels, somtimes even provided themselves for those who were starving. Who carried us through all of this? The horses.
    awesome poem

  3. Champion! :) I love how you described taking pictures of the mustangs. Loved it!

  4. I love it. I find it powerful, and I agree with Horsefeathers. Great job, Madelaina!

  5. By the way, I’ve (sorta) changed my name to huskyhorsegirl instead of husky+horsegirl3, lol.

  6. OMG, that was great!!!! The one line, “every blink, a shutter click”, was genius! and the end was great. Mustangs are awesome! Great job Made, keep it up!

  7. Beautiful poem- and I like the picture too! It looks like an old photo, what your poem is about!! :]

  8. I loved it short and still amazing!