March for Wild Horses
March for Wild Horses is an online event hosted by Girls Horse Club. The intent to use our collective, creative voice to speak out for the rights of wild and feral horses on public lands, and show our support for the individuals and organizations who are their loving protectors…
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by Madelaina | With the battle for the freedom of America’s wild mustangs, I’ve read, gathered and dwelled on the many facts I came across, and the thoughts that evolved from them. So here I’ve composed a small but provoking collection of them to hopefully inform and inspire…
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by Violet Inkpen | My name was Sissy. I was born on a beautiful island, where the grass grew up to your chest (or your nose if you were a foal), where the sea could always be heard in the distance, where the sandy beaches were pure and untainted, and where life was perfect…
{more»}by Westerngirl | The sounds of nickers, screeches, and screaming filled the air. It was unbearable. I tried to get them to run but they wouldn’t. Horses were loyal and they would never leave another member of the herd in trouble…
{more»}by Toppyrocks | The noise started softly, like rain hitting the ground. Then it grew to sound like a distant thunder, then, a roar that filled the air for miles around. Suddenly a giant mass of brown, black and white came over the ridge. The mass was a group of terrified mustangs, running for their life…
{more»}by Violet Inkpen | Amy leaned against the fence and watched the mustangs trotting around the pen, ears flat. Jimmy was to her left and Sue at her right. Sarah was arguing with her aunt, who worked for the BLM…
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During March for Wild Horses, Girls Horse Club is hosting the work of many talented young writers and artists whose love for horses inspires their work, and inspires them to advocate for their muse. Beyond GHC, there are many, many talented horse girls whose creations and efforts are equally inspired. Check out this video by equine photographer Pam Nickoles, with music from her singer-songwriter friend Mary Kennedy…
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by Violet Inkpen
I kick up my feet and shake my mane
Oh to be free on the wide and wild plain…
by Madelaina
Springtime you’ll joy in the clover,
the dandelion fields you believe a wonder…
by Zanzibar The Great
He’s crying to the night sky now
Pleading with the great creator to set him free…
by Violet Inkpen
You cared about us when times were bad
You fought for us and made us glad…
