"To be Sold"
In sale barns round the world At livestock auctions every week Thousands of horse’s lives are changed Some for the better, some for the bleak Walking through the aisle’s you’ll see them Some scared, some heads hung low Every last one will have a story But is there someone who wants to know Someone who’ll take a risk on them Forgetting all the problems of the past And sharing in their future Making good memories sure to last Will they seem them as a special gift? Or just another tool of trade Or just for their weight upon the hook When their life on earth has met the blade I feel helpless at their daunting plight As their future falls beneath the hammer And they wait their turn within the ring Far from the life of glamour… That their breeders once held for them When their futures all were bright And though the glow within their eyes is fading I still can see a ray of light So many tales of lives unlived For they have so much to share How I want to know their stories For I have a heart that truly cares The pony with a blinded eye And a scar upon her knee Please listen to her story How her eyes had spoke to me “I was once a show ring princess With many ribbons from my trade Now I’m old and deemed unneeded My friends have grown and moved away So I’m standing here and waiting Hoping for a child to see My gifts as friend and teacher So they’ll take a chance on me Oh once more to feel the gentle touch Of fingers through my mane So I’ll try to look my prettiest As they lead me down the lane” The Belgian draft beside her Looking back behind his shoulder “I’m here because I wrecked a cart When I ran and dragged it over I told them I wasn’t ready I stamped my feet and glared my eyes The noise of iron wheels on gravel Brought me fast to my demise I don’t want to be a cart horse I want to ride and jump and run How I hope someone will see this How I promise them some fun” Then I see a gorgeous bay mare Looking very out of place Her hip, her swan like neck Her deep brown eyes and pretty face “They tried me as a Reiner But it just was not my scene The need for softness didn’t suit me I’m not bad or scared or mean But I have a heart that’s born to challenge For I was bred to work a cow How I want to dominate and rule Is natural, but they just call me sour I hope that someone sees me For the best that I can be I will work all day upon the land Where my heart and soul are free The cattle in those other pens If only I could prove I would gather them and sort them I would show them all, how well I move” The skinny thoroughbred with widened eye Upset by the commotion His frightened glare looked through me Every glance held pure emotion “I don’t know what I’m doing here My breeder said that I was perfect I was once sold for half a million dollars Now nobody sees I’m worth it I’ve never wanted to be a galloper My heart just wasn’t in it for the race But I know that I could be a carriage horse And put a smile on a young child’s face Just because I couldn’t fit the box Of what my owners thought was right Doesn’t mean that I’m not perfect I hope that someone sees my plight” Their stories all are justified No less than you or I Who are we to say they’re worthless Whether they should live or die The father of my famous team I bought one day before such sale And I changed his life and he changed my mine And from now on I won’t fail.. To help show the world a better way To ensure the horse a better chance So that they can give their very best And join us in the dance How I pray these horses get their wish And their futures end up bright How I long to look into their eyes And revel in the light.
Written by Guy McLean Oct 2012 Copyright Guy McLean Oct 2012
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