by Vicki Tobin VP of Equine Welfare Alliance
and R.T. Fitch, co-founder/president of Wild Horse Freedom Federation
Illustration by Kerry Kelly of the Houston Chronicle
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, and All through the land….
Twas the night before Christmas on our public land,
Not a Mustang was stirring, knowing what was at hand.
They huddled in fear hoping someone would care,
In hopes that the advocates soon would be there.
The foals hid in cover while Mom stood her ground
While stallions and bachelors, made sure Joan wasn’t around.
With Sally still lurking and Obama close by
The bands must stay quiet and not blink an eye.
When out on the range there arose such a clatter
The Mustangs all knew, what was the matter.
They ran to take cover, on wings they did fly
For surely they knew, that many would die.
The visions of million$ caused Cattoor a smug grin
While Gorey and Bolstad high-fived a big win.
More horses removed by ignoring the law
Hold on to your hats and stand back in shocked awe.
The chopper did glisten on new fallen snow
Sealing the fate of the horses below.
When all of a sudden, the bands all stood still
And watched as the chopper came over the hill.
They stood in amazement, can it really be true?
The advocates appeared right out of the blue!
The horses retreated, not believing their eyes
For surely this is just a BLM guise.
Then leading the thousands, lively and quick
Were Downer and Holland and Fitch with a stick.
More rapid than lightening, Deb followed in tow
With Long close behind, not sure where to go.
Now Ginger, Simone and Lisa times two,
Oh Marjorie and Barbara and Julie it’s you.
Now Vicki and Jerry and right there is Ann
Now Terry and Grandma with cameras in hand.
Down the hill they descended toward the horses with care
And watched as the chopper, fled into the air.
The advocates came with an injunction in hand
The decree shouted out, “not on our public lands”.
Enough is enough the judge did declare
the horses were saved by the breadth of a hair.
Our work here’s not done, the advocates cried
the choppers still flying, other herds could be spied.
It’s back to D.C. with a permanent plan
to ensure all the horses could live on their land.
So love was delivered to the horses with pride
but the warriors must leave so that no more would die.
They climbed up the hill and turned back to the band
who all now had gathered on what was their land.
“We carry you with us”, R.T. said with a sigh,
“as we go to the White House to champion your cry.”
The horses all bowed with a sign of approval
as they all now knew that there was no removal.
They neighed and they nickered to the spirit above
“Thanks for sending the people who gave us their love.”
Categories: The Force of the Horse
Straight from the Horse's Heart 
A masterpiece. To the Wild Horses and Burros: “I am sorry for the suffering you’re enduring. Thank you for all you’ve done throughout history for humans. May the Christ Child protect all of you and hold you close to His Heart. Many of us are working on your behalf.
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This tale reflects the way that It should be for all of our Wild Horses/Burrow. God Bless the and all who care about their welfare.
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The Most meaningful Gift of all for the Mustangs and us is Freedom we all our gathered here as one to give it back, to the Mustangs , we must never lose sight of this …………………….
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I wish for this to be true. Merry Christmas.
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How cool it would be if all the warriors in the country show up in mass. The number wnumbers would surely out number the million man march. I bet the balm would know what to do as they surely would not have enough people to arrest us all. I pray this Christmas for the protection of our magnificent horses and the people so close on trying to protect them. Just yesterday again sent a message to senator kirk who is one of the Illinois state senators. He is one of the sponsors for the safe act. Rt and all the other horse warriors out there’s have a blessed Christmas and may god protect you all!
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oh gosh!, You left off the second picture! I love the present day adjustments to the poem. Here it is in it’s original with both illustrations
http://blog.chron.com/hoofbeats/2011/12/twas-the-night-before-christmas-and-all-through-the-land/
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Thank you R.T. and ALL.
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We’ve got to turn things around for the wild horses and burros and their rightful land, or habitat, in the West, and their rightful freedom to realize their true place in Nature in the coming year! We can do it, Team! Merry Christmas and Bright NEW Year!
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You bet we can !!!!! all of us and The mustangs are in this to win this !!!!! Step and rev it up this year ………………Make it the year when the Mustangs take their rightful place as Natures perfect balance !!!!!
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Reblogged this on "OUR WORLD".
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Awwww, that was nice. 🙂
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I hope this is the last year we read about roundups. Sally and Joan both sold their woman parts to the highest bidder. Doesn’t this make them prostitutes???
I thought we all learned the first time from that madman Hitler what hatred would do. Guess not, cause we still have the same hate happening, the same roundups, the same starvation and slaughter.
Washington has to do a study, that has to study, the study that was ordered…,all to get shelter for the horses that any adopter has to provide. How come BLM gets a pass from the very rules they make us abide by?
Merry Christmas to ALL the horses wherever you are. May this be the start of safety for all of you and the threat of slaughter be a thing of the past permanently. Merry Christmas to all advocates here and abroad.
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Great! Thanks. We shall never give up the fight.
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merry christmas all , would that not be so cool . just image all of the horses and all of us what an army.if it could only be true …… thank-you that was beautiful.
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“In a gentle way, you can shake the world.”
Mahatma Gandhi
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