“Lucie,” a Poem

HW volunteer Ronda Cooperstein offers another beautiful poem. This one centers on Lucie, a mustang who was saved from a BLM slaughter roundup in 2006 and is still living her best life. Thank you, again, Ronda.

The wind dies fast

The sun sinks off

A young mustang runs

Under the dusk sky.

Trots with the herds

Follows the birds

Over the rust plain

Breeze in her mane.

Hooves up the mountain

The stream-her fountain

No chopper overhead

Earth is her bed.

Another good day

She is no man’s prey.

THEN…

The BLM ripped her away

Chipped her, shipped her

and sold her for one dollar…

It’s TRUE!

They sold her to you.

In misery and mourning

For her sudden loss

Her family, her home

So young and alone.

Lucie, the little refugee

Why couldn’t they let her be?

Years go by, moments fly

Far from rust plains and streams

Far from old dreams.

But here she comes now:

Up the cut path, out of the woods

Her slow journey ends.

When she sees the grain bucket

By the stable the trot is swift

She shakes her head

And bends her neck.

The feed is sweet

Just leave her alone

And let her eat.

Lucie, with Ronda…