Wild Horses Poem

The following poem is not in the book but it is a touching poem and a very sad one. It is based on a true account. It was written by a 15 year old and here is what the caption said with her poem...
"This is based on a true story that my aunt told me that happened when she was a little girl. She lived near a marsh called Camargue in the south of France which is home to many wild white horses, and their homeland is being destroyed. It just shows how cruel people can be."

I really get aggrevated with some of these companies that destroy so much land. There is a department store in my city that destroyed beautiful land that even had a pond. Two years ago the department store moved down the road and built a bigger store. Now the old building is still sitting there empty and has for two years. When I read the poem "Wild Horses" it really got to me. It may be a sad poem but is one of the best poems I've ever read. The author really put her heart into the poem and really gets the point across of what happens when we destroy land.....


Wild Horses

I saw out the window, The marshes below,
The land came alive, With white horses on show,
Galloping, galloping, Where it was right,
Galloping, galloping, in their delight.

The manes and the tails, Were the colour of snow
They shuddered like flames, Being tossed to and fro
Galloping, galloping, Lord what a sight,
Galloping, galloping, in their delight.

I saw them each morning, They'd come and then go,
Proud stallion ahead of them, His small foals in tow.
Galloping, galloping, Where it was right,
Galloping, galloping, in their delight.

Then one stormy evening, Machinery came,
And after that, Things were never the same.
Galloping, galloping, In their fright,
Galloping, galloping, To flee from the sight.

Gone was the marsh, the horses went with it,
From stallion to foals, Each one was a target.
Galloping, galloping, Through the night,
Galloping, galloping, in their flight.

The fight that they lost, Oh it broke my heart.
Their bodies left lying, In a blue pickup cart

Galloping, gallop, They would never more,
And in their place, Came a department store.

I see them sometimes in my sleep,
The foals the mares and the stallions too,
And even though I often do weep,
They help me when I'm feeling blue.

Galloping, galloping, Where it is right,
Galloping, galloping, In their delight.
Galloping, gallop, Forever they will,
Just never beyond, My window sill.

© 1999 Claire Garcon