Poetry: For Unwanted Horses

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Unfortunately, since the necessary-evil-closing of foreign-owned horse slaughterhouses in America, the dilemma of what to do with unwanted horses has grown. Adoptive and rescue agencies in operation in the United States are overwhelmed with residents waiting for new homes.

This series of poems is dedicated to these patient equine companions who wait.


={ Off Track...by Nicklendime }=

My career on the race track
In the twilight; my once strong
Thin legs rest in actual lack
Of speed and victories long.

My Thoroughbred sleeps are deep
With dreams of those glorious days,
And before morning rounds, I weep,
Having risen mostly in a haze

Combined of memorable easy jogs,
Tragically, of many friends lost,
Of famous winning races I logged,
And sunny pastured days without cost.

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={ Of No Use...by Name of Fame }=

In dark poorly lighted stalls
I, a champion, live out days
Void of long respected laws
For horses of former winning ways.

Once filled with race time vigor
From munchable oats and training,
I linger now without taut figure,
With my memory failing and straining

To recapture even a part
Of long gone times when
My jockey rode me smartly
To the wire to win by ten.


={ Slaughter Bound...by Winning One }=

Horror stories ring hotly in my ears
As along narrow bumpy roads hidden
The truck rocks and raises hot fears
And whinnied screams of thoughts forbidden.

My hoofs slip slip on trailer boards;
I nicker fearfully to many near
Companions crowded in hordes
Remembering warnings we all hear

From relatives in other stalls
Speaking of trips to the border
Past green pastures; surrounded by walls
At a dark lone barn of cold mortar.

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={ New Job...by Hope At Last }=

An old beauty of bloodlines rich,
Hope neither sulks nor brags
Of glory from her former niche;
As a mile sprinter she's tagged.

Running out front to the wire,
Hope always did her best,
Keeping herself from the losing mire
By focusing on the present test.

From claimer to trail rides leader,
Hope's retrained life draws great raves.
Lush pastures and saddle pals mold
Her life; Hope At Last happily waves.

Persons who may be able to help these helpless horses can contact an area rescue agency for more information.

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Tonipet 4 years ago from The City of Generals

I wish I can help, but I know there are so many out there more than capable of doing. This touches me Barbara, even just horses; they're all worth to feel this way. Great words, great thoughts. Thanks for sharing.


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Barbsbitsnpieces 4 years ago from Napoleon, Henry County, Ohio, USA Author

@Tonipet...Your thoughts are most appreciated on this Hub and its sad subject matter.

We humans don't always do a very good job of caring for the creatures with which we share this earth. Horses are now found in the same situation as our dogs and cats: too many numbers, not enough caretakers and homes.

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