We’re Built Like Horses

Posted April 8, 2013 & filed under Poem of the Day.


We are built like horses,

Strong, free and stubborn,

Our manes meant to feel the wind

But we were not born as such

We do not live with tenderness or freedom

Because we were born into bondage

Unto fingers cold to the touch

Every step is planned

Every stray is punished

In a land ruled by the likes of injustice

Where lies spread like fires to an open plain

Speech is not free

Every word has a price

And we are afraid to speak

For our words are their scripts

We are not us

But those that they want us to be

Shackled by the atrocities of their rule

Under an oath to be their servants

So, I say, they must be cast away

Replaced with those true in heart

Overrun by those with knowledge and goodness

So that they may be realized as the monsters they are

When we finally open our eyes

The people will be free

Our ignorance will fade

And the sun will shine again

We are built like horses,

Strong, free, and stubborn

Truly free at last, horses we can be

By Alex, 8th Grade

Click the link above to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Clara Marsh, an 8th grader at Johnston Middle School For the Performing and Visual Arts in Houston.

This poem is featured as part of the 2013 A Poem a Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click here to learn more. 

Special thanks to Susan Phillips, an independent radio producer in Houston, who recorded and produced all the poems for the WITS A Poem a Day campaign.  

The Horses’ Poet is Thankful Forever

Posted March 18, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

I’m thankful
for horses.
They gallop
in the wind
like a lion’s
mane flowing
in the breeze,
like a poet’s
mind thinking of
ideas forever.

I love
being a poet.
I write
horses, thankful
for jazz music

Thankful horses,
glad to sleep.
Poets love
to write
about anything
they want.
Also God’s soul
rest in peace
without being disturbed

Forever, at
bedtime, I think
thankful horses
should do silly
dances and
act like
clowns. I
wish I was
a real

By Jalen, 4th grade
[photo by Ingrid0804 via flickr]