Look Into My Eyes and Say Goodbye

For hundreds of years  they have survived,
in spite of man,
the heat of the deserts,
survived the violence at man’s hands and fists,
and his military commands

Like a gentled woman still  they stand loyally beside man,
raising their young ,
nurturing the offspring ,
feeding on the wonder of nature’s  exclusivity ,
asking so very little

The mustangs  endure the blowing winds
of Wyoming ,
the hardened snow capped peaks of
the blazing suns of Arizona
New Mexico.

And tomorrow  the riders on horseback  riding the very same horses
will rope and run  and trap and connive the mustangs once again into the funnel gates of
the desert , they will  drive syringes of liquid into the panicked protruding veins of  the wildest bloodstream left anywhere  on earth
they will  punish the mustang into a panicking lather  as they separate  mother from son and  sire from daughter ,
they will drive the screaming masses of thundering hooves into metal
containers  that transport  the mustangs through a time warp in
the heart of  humanity
into  the  country
from which the mustangs  came
and for what ?

For dog food  ?

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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...

3 thoughts on “Look Into My Eyes and Say Goodbye

  • August 20, 2016 at 8:03 AM

    As a man that grew up in the west and as a writer of western novels, I love horses… thank you for reminding me of that..

  • August 20, 2016 at 3:52 PM

    This is so sad, Ed. I am a horse lover even though I don’t own any (I have in the past). The wild horses should. Not be seen as pests and sold as dog food. What a sad end for a majestic beast. Our Government has decided to try rounding up the wild brumbies of the a Snowy River area for culling due to overpopulation. Tales like “The Man from Snowy River” could become a thing of the past.

  • August 20, 2016 at 9:10 PM

    A sad ending to such proud and enduring creatures. I love horses too and thing this despicable. So nicely rendered with stark imagery and a profound message Ed. Lovely work and heartfelt in your love for horses and the land in which they inhabit.


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