The Horses
by Edwin Muir (1887-1959)

And then, that evening
Late in the summer the strange horses came.
We heard a distant tapping on the road,
A deepening drumming; it stopped, went on again
And at the corner changed to hollow thunder.
We saw the heads
Like a wild wave charging and were afraid.
We had sold our horses in our father's time
To buy new tractors. Now they were strange to us
As fabulous steeds set on an ancient shield
Or illustrations in a book of knights.
We did not dare go near them. Yet they waited,
Stubborn and shy, as if they had been sent
By an old command to find our whereabouts
And that long-lost archaic companionship.
In the first moment we had never a thought
That they were creatures to be owned and used.
Among them were some half-a dozen colts
Dropped in some wilderness of the broken world,
Yet new as if they had come from their own Eden.
Since then they have pulled our ploughs and borne our loads,
But that free servitude still can pierce our hearts.
Our life is changed; their coming our beginning.

Horse
By Sofia D.

There you stand with a proud look
yet you dare to trust us and give us all in you
With unconditional love you enlighten us
and give us a world,
that without you,
we could never have had.
When I ride with you I feel happy and free
you have given me something I cannot believe
Thank you for being a friend, a guardian, an angel
Thank you for being you, so graceful,
Beautiful horse.

Dark Horse
by Barbara Dunn Reeves

Dark Horse!
Lone phantom of the Ages--
Mastery dreamt of by paupers and kings.
Ne'er one save The Ghost Warrior dare ride!

Dark Horse!
Thy dauntless Soul bearing
the luminous fires of Prometheus--
Forever answering to battle's haunting call.

Dark Horse!
Distant thundering of righteous Gods
beating your bold heart
to the ceaseless rhythm of Eternity.

Dark Horse!
Thy echoing hooves so nobly blest
by the gift of Mercury's wings--
Liquid silver running o'er the plains.

Dark Horse!
Immortal guidon of restless nomads,
Sages weeping to grasp Thy wisdom,
Garnered truly through such lucid eyes.

Dark Horse!
Captured fleetingly by the Artist's brush,
Stabled lovingly in Man's treasured tomes,
Forever living and never dying.

Dark Horse!
Pounding down through time;
Solitary witness to the pursuits of men,
And privy to the realms of Angels.

Always
by Barbara Dunn Reeves

I'll remember you,
Happy...
running free.

Mischievous and playful
gently
Loving me.

Other friends will follow,
kindly
by my side.

'Tis you...
That I shall ride.

In my heart
by Barbara Dunn Reeves

'Tis said
The wild horse
runs free.

Yet...
a wild horse
resides in me.

His singular beauty,
His spirit...
free.

His thundering energy...
'Tis captured in me.

The wild horse
within my heart.

Beautiful Creature
By Sofia D.

Gentle touch,
gives my strength.
Faithful heart,
gives my trust.
Free spirit,
gives my gratefulness
For all he's given me,
and all he will.
Is the horse, who else could be
that with their soul,
they make a this world a better place to be.



From the moment humans first beheld it, the horse has been worshiped and revered. We have honored it in art and mythology, in war and in peace times, in our hearts and in our spirits. More than the cowboy, it is the horse who stands as a symbol of the Wild West;and embraces the courage and will of our country's pioneers in its heart and fury.
But humans also abandoned this noble, sensitive, powerful, graceful animal to the slaughterhouse after a lifetime and a history of service. We no longer hear the wind in their ears; we cannot see the fire in their eyes. We have truly forgotten the horse.
In return for their sacrifices, we owe them so much more than we have given.

Won't you help preserve this wonderful creature? Won't you help to give them back their freedom and land, where they belong?

Please, visit the links below to help the wild horses in any way you can.

Thank you!