Wild Horses
by Lara Kelly Klein

Wild horses, Wild horses
running in the bay.
Wild horses, Wild horses
can you come and play?
There are many flavors of horses
some are quiet some are gay.
Thoroughbreds and Breyers too
but horses mostly eat and play.
Horses come in many colors
white and spots and black and gray.
But my favorite horse is brown and wild –
running free to play and play.
Wild horses, Wild horses
I’ve seen them romp and play.
I’ve seen them gallop and trot and laugh
What more is there to say?

Running Free
By:Maleah Fick

Golden forelock,
Golden tail,
This mare gallops
Through wind and hail
She lets out a whinny
With contentness and glee
For this mare is joyful
She's running free

Poem by Ashley Marie Jordan
Pounding hooves into the sand,
down on the beach where I lay my head.
The smell of horses,like great perfume,
wakes me up in miday June.
The fresh summer brezze blows over my head,
as the horses pass and I see them again.
Every day I come back here, waiting and waiting,
to hear the sound and the beats of the horses
of chincoteague.

Wild Heart
By Lacy Priest

Her pounding hooves barely touched the ground,
If she escapes, she'll never be found.
The men's ropes are twirling, now flying throuth the air,
Waiting to tighten 'round the neck of the mare.

She sees it and cuts to the right,
While the riders draw empty ropes back up tight.
The men's horses are tiring, but she's fresh as a breeze.
"She's drawing away," whispers the wind in the trees.

Through the canyon, up the hill,
"The men are beaten; she's safe"; the cardinals thrill!
She'll never know bridle, blanket, nor saddle,
And she won't ever help cowboys round up the cattle.

'Cause she's a wild one by name and by mark,
The cowboys all round here call her The Wild Heart.
Now that's the tale of the sorrel mare that never got roped,
Because she evaded all the cowboys with her powerful 'lope.

Running Free
by Lindsey L Porubovich
The wind whips through my mane like cold fire.
I gallop across the earth with nothing in my mind but freedom.
I am free and I am wild.
I cannot be tamed.
My breath is beginning to get shallow
I’ve been running for so long.
My pace is still the same
The solid rhythm turns to hollow thuds.
I leap over the brush to escape
The beast is after me.
I was born here and I know the land well
I can out run any predator without misplacing a step,
But this time is different and change makes my heart skip a beat.
This beast is mounted on a brother and is coming fast.
I slowly start to here an echoing to my foot steps.
My muscles strain and my lungs gasp for breath.
I make one last attempt.
Suddenly I have new found strength and I surge ahead.
I turn and weave and follow secret paths,
Until I am out of breath, out of site.
A shudder racks my body as I walk towards a pool of water
I drink deeply and when I’m satisfied, I face my fears.
That was close.
I have known life this way all along.
I cannot bear to think of what my life would be like
Without running free.

Wild Horses
by Susan Kosicki

The beauty and grace of horses so free,
to watch and to wonder how great it would be.
A gallant,proud stallion leading his band,
through the great mountains,across the white sand.
In the wind they will run from dangers that come,
wild horses they are until death of the sun.

Poem by Lacie Marie Wiese
If you follow the river around the bend
Where the rainbow ends and life begins
You'll find a mighty stallion
The sire of a heavenly band

He's red like the fire
That burns within
And white like the pure soul
Confined in him

He belongs to no one
Nor ever will
But you can hear the thunder of his hooves
Then all is still

Does this wonderous horse
Live only in dreams?
Or maybe in the bright sun
As it beams

Or maybe just maybe
He lives in our hearts
Forever and ever
Never to part

Unless we can release him
And set him free
Then this stallion of dreams
Will always be

Wild Horses
by Morgan Leslee Anderson
They are in our hearts
Yes me and you.
Dancing in the crystal blue

Their bodies flying
Their hearts alike
on the earth their hooves do strike

With big wet eyes
Standing with pride
Come along you mares
Stallions cried

A nicker there
A nicker here
In their hearts
They have no fear

With bit and pieces
Left in our hearts
These are what brings us through our lifes courses
Oh Wild Horses
Wild Horses

Wild Black Mare
by Jessica Fankhauser

Dust was kicked into the air
then there was a glimpse
of a wild black mare

Her stallion can be seen
anywhere she goes
together they run
nose by nose

Shes big and bulky
hes wide and tall
they rear up high
with no problem at all

Then the dust settles
back to the ground
the mare and her stallion
are no where to be found

Poem by Tiffany Moss
His nostrils flare,
With noble delight,
His wide white eyes,
Full of fight.

He is a King,
With blood-red coat,
Charcoal hooves,
Upon wind he floats.

The breeze of heaven,
Flows through his mane,
He gallops through my heart,
And back again.

As Dawn Approaches
by Mistie Michelle Freeman
As dawn approaches, he is born;
As noon comes, he walks beside his dam.
As the sun sets, he is led back to the herd.
As the moon rises, he beds down beneath her.

At the dawn, he meets his sire.
At the noon, he is at her side to feed.
At the setting of the sun, he lies at rest.
At the rising of the moon, he finds his bed.

At the dawn, he is at morning feed.
At the noon, he races with the wind.
At the setting of the sun, he tires from play.
At the rising of the moon, he says his nightly prayers.

As dawn approaches, he looks toward the rising sun.
At the noon, he leads his band to water.
As the sun sets, he watches as his mares bed down.
At the rising of the moon, he keeps close watch over the band.

As dawn approaches, he gets older.
As noon comes, he gets weary.
As the sun sets, he leaves his band to the worthy colt, now a stallion.
As the moon rises, he beds down one final time.

Poem by Amanda Lynn Parks
Noble, Strong, Wild, Free
This is the way it is supposed to be
Running, Happy, Playing
This is what I am saying
Never should they be captured
Never should they have to die
At human hands because of lies
They are meant to run
On the plains of the West
Forever and Ever
Whos choice is it to kill them?
Who has the right?
To kill a piece of history?
Who can do that?

The One For Me
By: Allison Groom
His golden coat glistens in the sun,
His strong muscles glisten when he runs.
His eyes are large and clear,
showing intelligence, confidence, and never any fear.
His long stride makes you feel like you are flying,
over the jumps in the ring or running wild on the range.

No doubt he is the one for me,
except for the fact that he runs free,
out on the range or just in my dreams.
No doubt he is the one for me.

Even though he'll never be mine,
He'll always run free in my mind.
No doubt he is the for me.

Wild Mustangs by Lydia Bekkala

Mustangs roam wild and free
Necks arched, and tails held high
These spirited creatures always show their pride
Bucking and biting they play and fight
Gorgeous to our eyes these horses roam the night
Silent and strong they run like the wind
Calling their names

FIRSTBORN
by Hailey Casati

This is the story
of the firstborn stud
who was a gift of the gods
and his mother's blood

The time had come
spring arrived
snow drifts melted
Christmas aside.
A golden mare
with creamy mane
waited for just that miracle
to come again.
She lay down soft
the just-green grass
with purple flowers
and dew-made glass
The others waited
breath-taken awe
a sea of color
in wisps of straw.

Finally the golden mare
lifted her head
and gasped for air.
Moments later she rose upright
and reached down
in pure delight.

There was a child
as plain as could be
just like his mother
but black at the knees
his head was small
his eyes spaced wide
he lurched to his feet
with ever-gaining stride.
The rest of the herd
neighed in greeting
as his first steps
were ever fleeting.

This is the tale
of the first-born stud
who was a gift of the gods
and his mother's blood.

The Wild Horses

Kara Peterson 2005-No more horse slaughter houses in the US!!!!!

They’re not just some child’s,
Endless fantasy.
They’re living, breathing creatures,
Just like you and me.
They aren’t just another animal,
Not ever just a horse.
They’re an American symbol,
Recognized in every state, every day.
They’re not just a source of food,
For Fido or for Jack.
They deserve the treatment,
That you give to any other pet.
They feel the endless feelings,
That everyone must know.
They heal our broken hearts,
Teach the handicapped how to walk.
They’ve always been here,
Same as us.
But yet we seemingly forget their thoughts,
Same as the child who is always left behind.
Today we should liberate them,
Keep their hearts living free.
They’ve helped in many ways,
Hauling, racing, carrying, and more.
They showed us how to respect,
More than any person ever could.
To hear their joyful whinnies,
As they galloped day and night.
To see their manes flowing in the wind,
Once again, would be enough.
Save the wild mustangs,
Help them end their fight.
They’d thank us with their hearts,
As they’d graciously depart.