My farm is truly blessed
© Kathy Ralph 2011
don't have another of their own kind to
roam with. (Just like us. Maybe we should
have singles clubs for horses!)
But... we regularly leave them shut up in
little pens often alone, we feed them twice
a day and discuss how to stop them eating
all our grass! Can you believe it? Then we
herd them into a box on wheels and drag
them off to places unknown to perform
in one way or another. Win us a ribbon,
win us a cup, win us money. On the way
home, we'll stop at the pub and celebrate
how good we are, while the horse waits
patiently in the box behind the four wheel
drive.
I am so glad I have woken up. I can't free
all the horses but I can certainly give mine,
at least, some freedom.
Freedom for Horses
We took them from the prairies
Left their family lives behind,
We locked them, and confined them,
Then put shackles on their minds.
Their faces we tied with leather,
We nailed shoes upon their feet,
Put bits of steel into their mouths,
And saddles, for our seats.
We never saw the fear in them,
Nor did we seem to care,
To us they were just workers,
Not lonely frightened mares.
And so these helpless prisoners
Grew used to slavery,
They worked and slaved for us alone,
I'd love to set them free.
Free to roam the prairies
And gallop with their herd
Up across the mountains
As carefree, as the birds.
I see the proud Black Stallion,
High upon the hill,
He looks upon the plains below,
His herd they all stay still,
Then he calls out loud and clear,
We're free to graze, and roam,
He rears upon his mighty legs,
The prairie's now our home.
