A Horse For My Kingdom - by Susan Hayden Kennedy

 (Originally published in the October 2, 2010 issue of The Blood-Horse magazine. Feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions at the bottom of the column.)    

Chilled by the Cold War, American poet Edwin Muir imagined the end of the world. In his apocalyptic vision, described in a poem titled “The Horses,” the modern world has been destroyed, survivors left in devastation and desperation. Without communications, electricity, gasoline, governments—all the comforts that provide ease and order in human lives—man is lost. Until the evening when the strange horses come. Strange, because modern society has forgotten its long history and necessary relationship with the horse. But the horses wait until society remembers.

The message of Muir’s poem, surprisingly, is not about war. War is simply the messenger that reminds us of an elemental fact: Human beings need horses. Didn’t Shakespeare himself remark on this more than 400 years ago when Richard III cries, “A horse! My kingdom for a horse!”

For thousands of years, the lives of human beings and horses have been allied in cooperation and servitude. The earliest recognized domestication began 5,000 years ago, as the free-running equine herds on the Eurasian steppes ignited the imagination of human beings. Wild horses, like other animals, had been supplying many of life’s necessities—milk, meat, hides, dung. But 5,000 years ago a human being looked upon the horse in a new way. The horse’s sociability and intelligence, his strong back and powerful hind-quarters, and his speed were gifts as well. With this recognition, the domestication of the horse began, an alliance that altered the course of human life.

The earliest domesticated horses carried possessions and pulled sleds of untotable objects, a development that allowed human society a new mobility. Greeks and Romans harnessed the horse for use as a draft animal. Ancient Persians trained the horse for the hunt and organized races. And in the creation of the cavalry—armed soldiers on horseback—early societies found advantage against foot soldiers in battle. Through World War II, societies in conflict continued to employ horses to pull artillery, deliver missives, and transport the dead and wounded.

The industrial age knew the horse’s gifts as well. Human endeavors in agriculture, industry, and commerce are beholden to the cooperative spirit, adaptability, and physical strength of the horse. He plowed fields and pulled farming machines. He moved goods and materials; provided convenient, efficient, and inexpensive power; pulled passengers, freight, and lumber. In cities the horse transported food, medicine, and mail; drew trade carts, coaches, and fire equipment. And in sport, the horse enriched our leisure time with racing; eventing, jumping, and dressage; polo; rodeo; and pleasure riding.

As Americans we’ve founded our own particular history with the horse. While the Spanish conquistadores get credit for reintroducing the horse to the Americas, the native American peoples adopted the horse as their own. Horses were vital to their sacred buffalo hunts and greatly eased the hardships of a nomadic lifestyle. Anglo-Americans relied on the horse for transportation, exploration, and migration. The drive across the U.S., from east to west, was led by horses. Those iconic images of the American West, the cowboy and his trusted horse at home on the lonesome range, have been immortalized on canvases by Frederic Remington and Charles Russell and become our mythology.

 This versatile mix of use, ease, companionship, and sport has not been duplicated with any other animal.

In the microcosm of Muir’s poem, as the survivors struggle, the horses “waited,/Stubborn and shy, as if they had been sent/By an old command to find our whereabouts/And that long-lost archaic companionship.” The desperate survivors re-discover their relationship with the horse, and life begins anew as horses once again “pull our plows and bear our loads./Our life is changed; their coming is our beginning.”

Today, at rescue operations around the United States, healthy, willing horses wait still. They are beautiful to look at and strong. Their clipped bay and chestnut coats glisten in the sunlight. Their muscles ripple under taut flesh. Their manes and tails, untangled and soft, are stirred by breezes. Their heads are high; their ears, alert. If you listen, you can hear them ask: What happens next? I’m awaiting my assignment.

Their care is a debt we owe. Right now, it is our turn to save them.

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pNewmarket

A few weeks ago there was a fantastic two-part tv series shown here in England, made by British actor, and horse owner, Martin Clunes.

It charted the horse's relationship with man and saw him travel the world to look at different ways the horse has affected us.

You can find it on YouTube if you search for "Martin Clunes horsepower"

29 Sep 2010 10:27 AM
Catherine Ritlaw

Unfortunately, humans are an ungrateful species. PBS did a 6 hour series in the 1980's- The Horse in History. Without the horse, we would still be living in caves. It is heartbreaking that many see him as as livestock, a piece of meat, something to be used and abused and discarded. Our rescued mustangs have taught me more about integrity, loyalty and courage than any humans have.

29 Sep 2010 7:54 PM
christy tate

would like to know where i can find a copy of the poem. would love to have one. there's an old Arabian proverb that says"the horse is God's gift to mankind". i agree, and feel that they should be treated as such. i feel that more people would be inclined to watch horse racing if they knew that the horses were being treated better.

29 Sep 2010 10:32 PM
Suzanne

What a lovely piece! I don't think I've ever seen the horse/human bond explored so thoroughly. In the end though, our relationship with horses remains indescribable. And utterly incredible.

29 Sep 2010 11:23 PM
elizabeth slagsvol

It IS our turn to save them.  Pulitzer Prize winning author Scott Momaday says the same thing. In essence Mr. Momaday, a Kiowa_Cherokee writer says he's hoping that somehow it will be possible, "that man will save the horse, because in so many instances the horse has saved man."  

30 Sep 2010 10:37 AM
pamela

Lovely story!! Totally agree that it is OUR turn to save THEM. Watched Martin Clune's Horsepower series also. THAT guy is AWESOME! He had me laughing and crying along with him with his obvious love of his horse and all horses. Wished he would have touched on the slaughter issue just a little. Find it odd that we are de evolving and trying to turn our beloved horse back into a meat animal. Humans are a VERY ungrateful and cruel species. THAT is WHY I prefer the company of my horses.

30 Sep 2010 11:02 AM
susan kennedy

Christy--Here's a link to the entire poem "The Horses":  famouspoetsandpoems.com/.../2726

All--I called Muir an American poet, when in fact, he was Scottish.  I do apologize.

30 Sep 2010 7:43 PM
Maria

Very nice piece! Well said.

Absolutely, their care is a debt we owe! I'm so grateful to those who try so hard to protect, re-home, and re-habilitate our equine athletes (a big thank you to all of those people), and also for those who are kind enough to return the phone-calls or emails when someone contacts them, wanting to give a good home to a horse they used to know who isn't able to race well anymore.

After years of working, jumping, racing, or whatever the career may be, for us, our horse owes us nothing. (And yet so many of them will still give us everything, if we will only give them a second chance; another assignment - whether it be a second career, an easier job, or the chance to be someone's special pasture pet!) We, on the other hand, owe him/her everything. Good for you, Susan, for writing a piece that reminds us of that.

30 Sep 2010 10:15 PM
susan kennedy

Christy:  If you google Edwin Muir's name, you find sites where you can access his poems for free.

All:  It seems I called Edwin Muir an American poet when, in fact, he was Scottish.  I apologize for the error.

01 Oct 2010 1:53 PM
Rhonda Hill Nolan

Thougb I am not a horsewoman, this is a beautifully written, compelling piece that makes me wish to go find one to call my own.  But instead I shall pass this on to the equestrians and fellow animal lovers that I know in hopes that at least one horse will find a new home.

03 Oct 2010 7:57 PM

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