This week our team is working hard behind the scenes juggling numerous layers of advocacy. From addressing issues with the Sale Program to working on both a settlement offer (and our opening brief if there is no logic to be found) for our Ninth Circuit case to protect Stone Cabin and Saulsbury. We are also reviewing (or waiting to review) BLM briefs in a number of other cases so we can continue those fights. 

In these trying times we thought you might enjoy reading 3 poems written by a team member of WHE.

Find time to heal your body and soul. Our wild ones need your voices.

The Heart of an Advocate

It does not rest—
it listens, it witnesses, it remembers.

It breaks,
yet still it builds.

Where others see distance,
it sees potential.
Where others fall silent,
it speaks.

The heart of an advocate
beats not for glory,
but for the promise
that kindness,
once set in motion,
can change the world.

Where Freedom Still Runs a poem for America’s Wild Horses and Burros

When the wind moves
across the desert,
it carries a heartbeat of hooves,
a rhythm older
than fences or fear.

They move with the wind—
wild horses and burros—
their stories written in dust
and shadowed light,
in the language of endurance.

Their freedom is fragile,
thinned by years of capture and loss,
yet it endures—
because hope endures.
It stands behind every stallion
watching the horizon,
in every foal
who dares the first step
into an uncertain world.

Advocacy is love in motion—
a voice between silence and loss,
a lens turned toward truth,
a hand extended to the wild,
saying: you belong here.

Each act—
a letter, a photograph,
a donation shared in faith—
becomes a thread of resolve,
a light woven into the tapestry
of the untamed West.

Together those threads shimmer,
catching the sun
on a cold morning
and whispering:
we’re not done yet.

At Wild Horse Education,
we walk beside those
who believe compassion is power—
that one heartbeat
can move mountains,
that the spirit of the range
still breathes in us all.

So let the wind speak their names.
Let it carry our promise
that the wild heart of the West
will keep on beating—
unbroken,
untamed,
forever free.

Poetry in Motion

Across the wide and whispering desert
they move — poetry in motion —
manes lifted by the breath of the West,
eyes bright with the knowledge
that Freedom is not a gift,
but a birthright written into their bones.

They are the living pulse of open land,
a testament to what endures
when Justice rides beside Mercy,
when compassion takes the reins
and steers us away from silence.

We watch them crest a ridge at dawn,
shadows stretching long over sage and snow,
and something in us remembers
what it means to be unbound —
to stand for life without apology,
to move with grace through resistance.

Advocacy too is poetry in motion:
hands and hearts working in harmony,
voices rising like hooves in rhythm,
demanding that compassion
find its way into policy,
that wild hearts find room to run.

Justice, Mercy, and Freedom—
three stars burning above the range,
guiding us forward through
the dust and the decades,
reminding us that every act of care
is a verse in the unfinished poem
of the American West.

If you would have not signed onto our letter asking Congress to close loopholes that land our wild ones into the slaughter pipeline, you ca find information and the letter HERE. 

Every mile we travel to cover roundups or assess a herd, every court case we bring, every win, every action we take is only possible because of your support. Thank you for standing with us as we strive for justice, mercy and freedom.