You are a color I never saw
You are a color without a name.
It’s the color of my bare feet in summertime, kissed with slits from small pebbles and pricker bushes.
It’s the color I paint on my lips and the color I tattoo on your cheek when I kiss you.
It’s the color of our tongues intertwining like thread wrapping around a spool.
It’s the color that you imprint on my skin after you’ve held me.
It’s the color of the candles I burn to illuminate the room to see your shadow.
It’s the color of the dirt swept away from the Berkshires.
It’s the color I can feel when I press my hand against your heart
It’s the color of the breaking dawn as it shatters against the earth
It’s the color of our blood
It’s the color of the pen inscribed on my birth certificate
And the color of the apples we plucked from trees and bit into just to see the juice splash
Like little solar flares.
But you lifted the dark cape away from my eyes
And suddenly life
Is a wreath of rainbow.
Why are America’s Wild Horses still in Peril?
I often do not believe in “grass roots” change because normal civilian opinions are not of concern to most major politicians. However, it has become obvious that individual action is the only way to try and emphasize how atrocious the wild horse situation in America is. I am sure you are aware of the bureau of land management and the rounding up, stock piling, and mass slaughter of our wild horses. For one, I ask that you please support the Safeguard American Food Exports Act, S541/HR 1094. Although President Obama has signed off on the ban of American horse slaughter for 2014, I am positive that next year horse slaughter proponents will attempt to lift the ban. It is a disgrace that this should even be a concern for Americans. There needs to be direct action to preserve the wild horses of the American West. There should be no domestic slaughter, we should not export our horses to Canada and Mexico for slaughter, and we should not stockpile and inhumanly enclose these animals into small pens. I understand the conflicting concerns between ranchers, horse lovers, and politicians. However, there are more ethical ways to treat the issue of wild horses. Instead of funding my tax dollars into relegating these horses to pens, put it to good use. Let’s self-stabilize wild horse herds by giving sufficient size and habitat composition to provide for the long term survival of genetically viable animals. Use my hard earned money to take after Maryland’s Assateague Island herd by providing the contraceptive vaccine, PZP. The method has proven very successful, is easy to administer (via remote darting of the mares) and does not disrupt the complex social structure of wild herds. Capitalize on ecotourism. Fellow Americans and people around the world cherish these animals. Wild horses are a giant piece of American culture. They represent the foundation upon which our country was founded, freedom. They are one of America’s only lasting symbols of beauty. Outside of the hazy Las Vegas lights and beyond the expansive roads that scar our gorgeous plains, there are our wild horses, the small speck of unadulterated hope left in our industrialized country. Lastly, demand cooperation from ranchers. Stop the BLM from paying ranchers to round up horses and transport them to holding facilities. Instead, grant ranchers a tax, credit or paid-per horse fee, in exchange for ranchers to let horses to roam wild and enjoy range improvements like allowing them sufficient water supplies in drought areas, again, with fair compensation. I would much rather watch my tax dollars pay for these horses freedom, as opposed to paying for them to be held in small, inhuman pens, with no shelter from adverse climate, poor food, and limited water resources. The livestock industry needs to be reprimanded, to understand that these horses are not competition, but part of the land we chose to inhabit. Wild horses are restricted to a tiny portion of public lands in the West and are outnumbered by at least 50-1 by private livestock.
I am asking you, as well as your fellow politicians, to take heed of this issue, to listen to the American public, to stop supporting big organizations that have little concern for the these animals, like The National Cattlemen’s Beef Association, and to stop signing and upholding bills based solely on economic gain. Over 42 years ago President Nixon signed the Wild Free Roaming Horses and Burros Act, but since then we have only digressed. There has been too much blood of these animals spilled onto the palms of this nation. There has been too much shame brought upon Washington for letting this happen. In 20 years, I want to walk across the American West and see hoof prints in the soil, not tire marks from the tucks bringing them to their demise, not the imprint of mans boot, but rather, an expanse of beautiful, blooming land that will for once make me feel proud to be part of this country.
But none of this can be accomplished without your help.