On the 24th wild horse advocates were anxiously awaiting news on the injunction against the massive and inhumane Calico herd round up on the 28th. The bulk of the pro-horse community was optimistic and held high hopes for the judge to rule in the horse’s favor. In preparation for this event, Vicki Tobin was working on a very positive re-write of “Twas the Night before Christmas”.
Meanwhile, back in LaLa Land yours truly had just completed my version of the Wild Horse 12 days of Christmas and was moving on to do a dark version of “Twas the Night before Christmas”, until YouTube film producer and owner of Howling Ridge Films & Fertilizer, John Holland informed me that Vicki was working on the same project as me. So common sense dictated that we work together and that we did, sitting at our computers, separated by 25,000 miles and the Equator we collaborated and were finally happy with a positive and upbeat little poem. I was about to sign off and go to bed, in my time zone, when a message came across my computer screen from Vicki, “The horses have Lost”. The judge had denied the injunction but did find that the BLM is violating Federal law in other areas, like keeping our wild horses as caged prisoners for life.
So with that news, Vicki and I shelved our project as we felt that if we published it, there might be a feeling of the ole “Salt in the Wound” syndrome.
Vicki shared the poem with a few friends anyway and the reaction was a positive one so now we share this tongue-in-cheek piece with you.
We must stop these round ups.
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 Abbey wasn’t around.
With Salazar lurking and Glenn so 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 big grin
While Gorey and Lesperance high-fived a big win
More horses removed by ignoring the law
Hold on to your hats and stand back in 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 another, BLM guise
Then leading the charge, lively and quick
Were Downer and Holland and Fitch with a stick
More rapid than lightening, Cindy followed in tow
With Long close behind, not sure which way to go
Now Ginger and Shelley and Laura times two,
Oh Valerie and Barbara and Julie it’s you.
Now Vicki and Jerry and right there is Ann
Now Terry and Makendra 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 injunction in hand
The decree shouted out, 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, Craig Downer did say
as we go to the White House to show them your way.
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.
But don’t forget to write the President!