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this weeks one single impression sunday prompt no 144: meld, courtesy of Creative Cottage Dreamer ; photo: save wild horse herd, courthousenews.com
tied to a free range
horses canter and run free
spring summer winter
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not for long if BLM has their way in the pryor mountains of montana.. if you like your freedom you may want to consider a moment and remember cloud…
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your poem is great. i think it’d be so cool to see these wild spirits roaming the land. it saddens me to hear BLM is trying to exterminate them. i hope they don’t succeed.
Very nice in its vast openness. I remember those days in Montana while visiting my mother’s friends. Some fantastic views, can’t even compare even when I was five years old! Thanks for sharing!
Beautiful…
I’m going to do some research on BLM and see who I have to send letters to, even though I’m back East. All your friends in Montana should be on the phone to their legislators, raising Cain! (Yeah, I’m an activist, too…)
Lovely haiku, Pie. Calm, graceful as the horses, and ironic, considering they are threatened. Why does money always come before beauty? Amy BL
What a lovely haiku..thank you for the awareness. These horses certainly deserve to roam free.
I never imagined the contradictory words tied and free could appear in the same line in a poem so meaningfully!
Good job
Well done tribute to this great need…
beautiful, what a lovely idea for you Haiku!
so sunny and beautiful…
one can argue that it can go both ways
Love this. What a pretty vision!
Delightful..
Loved reading it…
“Spring Summer Winter”…
Getting tied to a free range.. or being free in a confined area.. are these same.. ah, I am wondering ..
You have a nice cause here, Ms. Pie. And a nice haiku. I have mixed feelings about the horses ( for two years I rode one to high school). They are beautiful animals but are domesticate animals gone back to the wild.
I am a fairly avid ‘save the wolves’ person. But always for the wild horses I feel they are to be ‘harvested;’ caught, broken to ride, and made to be companions of their new owner riders.
How do you feel about wild dogs?
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beautiful interpretation of the prompt- freedom always seems to come with a price, doesn’t it?
Freedom is a paradox. Always.
Love it, you played with words so beautifully
Take care
Marinela x