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Dedicated to Dundee, a wild horse from the Nevada desert.
Stand proud wild horse of the desert plain
Do not let them your spirit claim
Stand firm, stand tall, do not give in
Though domination men seek to win
God made you strong and gave you heart
And set you free right from the start
To roam the valleys and the hills
Yet, your freedom men seek to steal
Don't they know or can't they see
This is where you were meant to be
Other beasts of burden cannot compare
Nor your beauty do they share
If we listen we might hear
The thunderous roar, the silent tear
From slaughtered ones of the past
And understand your plight at last
Patti Hengel
© Copyright 1993
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animals are noisy and need to be fed
sometimes they need to be tucked into bed
sometimes their bad and need to be hit on the butt
and need to be taken out to do you know what
cats are annoying they sleep on your bed
and when you’re sound asleep they pounce on your head
dogs are loyal and love you too
and known how to comfort you when you’re feeling blue
animals are fun to have around
thats why I have two cats and a hound.
Jim Fleitz
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This poem was written and dedicate with the Alaskan Wolves in mind for their suffering and dying.
Have you ever walked outside?
Have you ever heard the wolves cry?
The sky is dark and cold
Beneath the stars a starving pup,
No one near for him to hold.
The cry of the wolf is meant to be heard
His spirit all around this Beautiful World.
Howling in the night,
Needing his mother by his side.
This little wolf gets up wondering around,
Looking for his mother only not to be found.
The howling gets louder but no-one comes,
For little one has no place left to run.
The little wolf cries with no where to hide,
He runs and runs without his mother by his side.
Closer and Closer now they are here,
Oh, what are the chances that they may not fear.
We were just hungry, so we ate.
Then one came and my mother met her fate.
Now they are here,
We are about to become one,
In this final frontier.
Oh, where to run.
They have no shame,
They have nothing to gain.
Once again my mother and I one in the same.
Now walk outside.
Have you ever heard a Wolf cry?
Listen closely and you will hear,
The howling, Oh so near.
One by One they will pass,
Their Cry's will be heard at last.
Cynthia Minde
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The quiet little space that's here you've made it into your own even though you have always felt alone in life. The fascinations that are in your eyes has brought you here to saddle up for your next journey and not be packed away. The lost closeness here has been fogged up for you and your brothers for many years and now is the time to reveal it. Do you ever wonder what awaits you in the dark rain below the canyons in the Badlands?
Do you ever wonder why the countryside calls out your name in the mist of your dreams? Changes await you a few years from now and not telling you where you should be tomorrow but what you'll belong to. The lost closeness here use to be recognized for the climax that it came from it, but now it's recognized for the securities it came from and it still does come from you.
Tamara Smith
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In amongst the hedgerows along the country lanes,
deep inside the thickets protected from the rains.
Their garden is the wild grass that grows along the side,
that is where the country folk go to when they hide.
Badgers, Foxes, Rabbits, Snakes and all the rest
Hedgehogs, Mice and Dunnocks sit upon their nest.
In among the hedgerows protected from the rains,
Deep inside the thickets along the country lanes.
Rebelrouser
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