The Force of the Horse

For Their Brand

Original, Timely Poem by Rob Pliskin

I don’t need to see more horses run
Or watch another mare take an icy fall,
A burro fleeing like an outlaw from some lawman’s gun
When living the life God gave them’s no crime at all.

And I don’t need more video time
To tell me the difference between wrong and right,
Portraying more dirty work on the taxpayer’s dime
To sell the innocence of horses into their darkest night.

Who are they, who about the wild ones can’t feel,
Who if not taking lives, then take their souls?
And who are we to let them equivocate and steal
All our jacks and stallions, our jennys and mares, and our foals?

No longer this: out riding fence, out where the wind’s the only sound,
While the silent tears freeze on your face,
For steel hooves never again to touch the ground,
As hopeful legislation falls from grace.

Instead I ask good citizens, what must we take in hand,
We who believe in all truth and goodwill,
We who have always saddled up and ridden for the brand,
How for our compadres can we do it still?

What of us, what now are we to do?
When foremen have so completely lost their way
Traded boots for low heeled shiny shoes
And no longer show their faces to a Western day?

Is it time now to assemble at the first chirp of morning song,
And gather at the fire long before first light?
Find the faces of our friends as our cavvy greets the dawn
And together mount up to make some filly’s morning bright?

And some colt’s too, make a day filled with peace and shine,
The wild perfect welcome of old home,
Where the sound of greedy blades will forever never whine
And double barreled trucks no longer roam.

Time to buy back your old saddle, or pick it up and get
The kit down that reminds you you got sand.
For every wild horse and burro your children haven’t met,
It’s time to ride like there’s no tomorrow for their brand.

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  1. All I read about the senseless slaughter, every soul slicing video I see of the violence against these innocent creatures, cuts my heart to the core… Weeping through every article and video. The GREED of government agencies drive them to such violent, terrorist activity against Gods innocent creatures. If private citizens did a fraction of the violence & abuse against animals… they’d be slapped in jail – and rightfully so. Yet the continued, abuse and violence conducted by the government – USING TAX DOLLARS – is condoned, justified, and ignored. They HAVE to STOP… NOW!!! We MUST DEMAND ACCOUNTABILITY!!!

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  2. Thank you for this powerful poem, Rob. I think my wounded spirit needs the healing balm of poetry tonight. Here’s my contribution to counter the negative forces and inhumanity we have witnessed:

    “This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body….”

    – Walt Whitman

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  3. Rob, thank you! Your poem so wonderfully puts all of the emotions felt here into words. Remember THE SONS OF THE PIONEERS?

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    • OMG !!! Louie I have not heard that song in longer then I care to admit to, Thank You when I was 5 I did a dance recital to that song !!!! has always been one of my favs

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      • Not much to tell here mitakola. This one has been around a long time and many, many years ago he “connected” with a golden and it helped him. There have been many since in different places. Whenever he can get away to where they live he sends a message and usually (not always) one, sometimes a pair, and one day five at once (a powerful day), will show up. This one can no longer get out “there” as often and thinks the connection may be weakening from not being used as much but still considers them as mitaoyate. Nitakola Wambli

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    • Mitakola, I never did come back to this page. I don’t know if it is still “live” or not. I am kind of roadkill on the information superhighway. If you want to correspond, write me a message at my fb page if you get this, and I will send you my email address. Peace to you.

      All My Relations,
      Rob

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  4. Thank you Rob for sharing with such passion and insight….what all of us feel for the wild ones…..Are we from a different planet of caring ?…..those of us that are sickened by the current fate of these magnificent animals….?…..?……

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  5. Golde, you make a good point. It’s almost as though “they” have a different DNA, or something. Does make you wonder.

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  6. Thanks so much, Rob for writing this. I especially like this: It was just what I was thinking…

    “Is it time now to assemble at the first chirp of morning song,
    And gather at the fire long before first light?
    Find the faces of our friends as our cavvy greets the dawn
    And together mount up to make some filly’s morning bright?
    …Is it time now to assemble at the first chirp of morning song,
    And gather at the fire long before first light?
    Find the faces of our friends as our cavvy greets the dawn
    And together mount up to make some filly’s morning bright?”

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  7. Beautiful Rob and your right it’s time time ride for the brand, BIG TIME!! Let’s put it all on the table for the wild ones NOW! Goooooooooooo warriors!!

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