Gotta love the face of a mustang :)

Now before anyone gets their panties all in a wad......let me just say...I know we have to do something to help manage the mustang herds...I've written the BLM and given them my two cents worth.  Told 'em to castrate the older stallions and turn them back out, put marbles in mares they don't want bred, and let the rest breed naturally.  Maybe adopt some of the yearlings to folks.  I don't want to see herds dying like flies around a dry water hole or starving to death.  But, I ALSO don't want to see them penned up for months.....let alone years....living a worthless and horrid life.

I've adopted 3 terrific mustangs myself.  All horse owners oughta adopt ONE and help out with those stuck in BLM pens.  You'd love 'em.  They're strong, loyal, have awesome wild horse instincts, terrific feet, and they are very intelligent.  They are, after all, horses!

So with that said.........here's a poem I wrote today after working on some mustang photography taken a couple of years ago......and knowing my own dear mustang friends...........

THE MUSTANG

With my blaze all askew across my nose,

N' my long sorrel dreadlocks near down to my toes...

I‘m standing here panicked!  Don't know where I am...

Don't know where my sire is... or my dam......

Most of my family and friends aren't here

And sometimes I’m overwhelmed by my fear

I’m still kind of sick from the ride in that box

As it roared and rolled over dirt roads and rocks

N' those two legged creatures are mean... they scare me …

they poke me and prod me ...and terrify me!

I have no idea what they want me to do!!!

But, they’re loud and rough and they force me through.

I want to run far!! And as fast as I can!!!

But I can’t... so I have to fight where I stand.

I’m tired and frightened and weary and sore

N' I’m not sure my heart and mind can take more.

Copyright © 2011 Victoria Boyd