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Still Memories

Published by • Mar 31st, 2010 • Category: by Madelaina, March for Wild Horses, Poetry

Raise Your Voice

Written and Illustrated by Madelaina, age 14

The quiet
was almost as deafening as
the rage of hooves that spoke for unheard terror.
Even the mere dust, sleeping,
moaned with its lifeless tints
of the nightmares,
chaotic.

They lay where they had settled
when mustangs and air became one
to glow together in the sun.
But then, even the heavenly gold
clouds of winged earth
were black and white,
deaf and blind.

The wild horses, they were being chased away
to the last thoughts which would cross our mind when
we are happy, safe, loved –
when we’re home
with friends and family
and confusion never existed.

I can say I’ve seen them gallop
on these lands,
but saying that would be a lie;
because now they are only a memory.

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  1. “I can say I’ve seen them gallop
    on these lands,
    but saying that would be a lie;
    because now they are only a memory.” that was my favorite verse!That was sooooooo very good, M! I loved how you got it from the horses point of veiw and yours! that was super good! keep up the good work girl! and never ever stop writing! you have a gift!

    IllinoisCowgirl

  2. Awesome poem! and great pic too!!! :)

  3. Beautiful! Brought tears to my eyes, Made! Brilliance… Keep up the wicked awesome work, girly! ;) Write on!
    ~V.C.~

  4. That was beautiful, Made, BEAUTIFUL!! that last part was just, wow, amazing! Ur soo talented! an ur illustrations r waay cool too! keep on writing, and drawing and doing ur thing, girl!

  5. So powerful. I felt the emotion, and really I can’t say any words that would describe this poem. Awesome job Made! :)