Dana is a young CHDC supporter who helps one of our Directors on her farm. Dana has done her research on horse slaughter, and her sensitivity to this issue is evident – one day, these words flowed out of her heart and directly onto a piece of paper:
Waiting There For You
It seems as if so long ago I stood in fields of green;
I stood there waiting for you, my one life’s destiny;
Our eyes met in that moment, it was always meant to be;
You would be my person and I your noble steed.
Remember how we’d frolicked, in the meadow the whole day;
Returning to the barn yard for carrots and soft sweet hay;
Going to the fairgrounds, winning ribbons in the show;
Grooming me for hours, our hearts where both aglow.
Hacking through the pasture; I could swear we touched the sky;
Picnics by the water as ducks went floating by;
Days turned into months and months soon passed to years;
Growing up together sharing joys and laughs and tears.
You my friend are leaving; you say you’re off to school;
You promise you will visit, why is this life so cruel;
My days are at the fence line, my eyes are on the drive;
I wait for you to come home, time seems to barely just tick by.
The seasons keep on changing as they always do;
But here I will stand waiting just like I promised I would do;
My mane no longer shining, my back is low and swayed;
My hooves are old and cracking, a far cry from glory days.
They came and got me from my paddock, I don’t know them but I’ll go;
Perhaps you sent them for me, are we headed to the show;
I don’t like this, something is wrong here, I smell pain and I smell fear;
The lights are far too bright, what’s this number doing here?
There’s too much going on, let me go, this isn’t right;
My person would not want this; they beat me when I fight;
Where’s my person, where’s my pasture, what did I do wrong;
This trailer is packed solid, and this ride is far too long.
What’s this building, what’s that smell, whose blood is on the floor;
Tell me this isn’t happening, this isn’t what I’m destined for;
As the bolt leaves from its chamber, and my time on earth is through;
I leave my earth bound body, my spirit born anew.
And although you won’t understand it, as humans rarely do;
I will be waiting at the fence line. I’ll be waiting there for you.