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To hell with the BLM .........Verse

Updated on February 8, 2015

Walking along some lost rim of stone
in the big horn mountains of Wyoming

I am reminded of a past shared between a horse
and a man in all his roaming

We relied one upon the other so freely without
a thought we once communicated as one

And now there is a travesty taking place
the feel of a horse under a man is soon done

Yet what is that sound in the distance a storm
is it rain then for the day?

Or something else entirely what is it
that's coming along the way

But the thunder of the mustangs as they run
free at least in one last endeavor

Before man has destroyed them all
and they are gone forever

More Americans need to become activist's!

I wrote this because once again man is destroying the American mustang , The BLM , department of the interior under the influence of the Cattle ranchers in the west is rounding up mustangs for "dispersal ", Do you know what that means ? I keep wondering why birth control for mustangs is so important and yet wildlife activists have successfully instigated the re=introduction of the wolf , soon to be thriving in all western states ! And yet we cannot make more room for the mustang . Shame on the U.S. government , the BLM lands belong to the American public , not the ranchers , not the sheepherders , and not the oil drillers !


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    • ahorseback profile image

      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Ha ! Good one Eric , why kind of muckie muck is your daughter ? Maybe she can raise a stink ! ........:-}

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Wonderful poem. What a glorious sound that is to hear the thunder of horses hoofs as they run free. I have been blessed to do so.

      On the other note I will write my congresswoman and my muckity muck daughter about this. Where I come from we call the BLM, Bureau of Lame Mother,,,,