Horses on a Hillside

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Horses on a hillside play and graze all day.
Some of their past to sad to say.
They were abused and neglected, starved and left to die,
that is when the fear appeared in their eye.
They are frighten and worry as helping hands work hour after hour, from dawn until dusk
to help give back power to these animals that once had to cower.
Shh Shh, my gentle giant I am only here to help you are precious and you are dear there is no more need for you to fear.





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Midknightrider said...
Aug. 10, 2009 at 4:33 pm
Your poem really captures the truth of animal abuse. I have an Arabian mare that was neglected, abused and almost died. I'm happy to say that she's fat and happy now. Thanks fot writing this people need to hear it.
 
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