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Wild Horse and Burro Reports,
Papers and Speeches
(in the style of Robert Service)
By Craig C. Downer
Adventure’s pure and it’s for sure
Life’s spirit to reveal
When ‘pon some mighty yonder lure
Attention’s fixed with zeal.
How can we know which way to go
When many faces dawn?
Which one is friend? Which one is foe?
Or both? Which one’s dead-
Here’s where, my friend, you must just dare
To trust your inner guide,
Avoid false lures, of lie beware,
God’s truth affirm inside.
Concerning all the universe,
Do not Spirit deny,
Discern essence, with all converse,
Just know life’s end’s On High!
Peering over the Pine Nut Mountains
One blustery midsummer afternoon
Back in the roaring ‘90’s,
I beheld seven wild horses
In exquisitely sculpted white cloud forms.
Spanning a thousand feet or more.
Aligned with rumps and flowing tails to West
And gallant heads and flowing manes to East,
These marvels arched over
The windswept 9,000-
They leapt in graceful unison
And with the blessed ease
Of pure and liberated spirits.
Though I dashed into my home
To get my camera,
By the time I returned
They had vanished into thin air.
Presences manifest from higher dimension? I ask ye.
Yes, I think so.
For many years since childhood,
I have observed these physically incarnate wonders
Of flesh and bone, hide and mane,
And their more subtle effects.
Through many ups and downs:
Brutal roundups, shootings,
water and forage deprivations
Perpetuated by greedy, devil-
They have endured.
And if ever a group
Deserved to live free
Upon our North American continent
It is they!
living symbols of freedom par
excellence shining forth for
all of us to see.
And by allowing them to so live we
In human form shall ourselves from selfishness,