My Dark Horse
Published by GHC • Jul 11th, 2009 • Category: Poetry, by Gingerby Ginger, age 11
My dark horse in the night,
you stand with pride,
your head held high,
your muscles gleam,
against the moon,
your breath steams,
against the midnight air.
And you hold that little aura,
that little streak of wild,
that makes your eyes scream,
and it seems,
we could never be a team,
Your head holds defiance,
but you whisper reliance.
So here you are,
next to me,
my dark horse.
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Author’s Note: I was out with the horses one night in the dark and my welsh Beauty inspired this poem. (:
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Champion poem Ginger! I luved it! I can picture the wild yet calmness in the beauty of this dark horse.
~HF
Amazing how you capture the soul of the horse.
Amazing job! Its hard to believe that people around my age can write so well! Can’t wait for your next blog.
~Michelle <3
Wow! That was very soulful and calm. Great job, Ginger!
sorry at the end i meant Chiquita not beauty we call her both
Ginger do you have your own blog? If so what’s the URL? I’d really like to see more of your work.
Yes, very soulful indeed. It cheered me up, even though I have a VERY tough time. GREAT job, Ginger. And I love the way you told us how Chiquita inspired you.
It’s a pleasure to be able to get up in the morning and read this poem to start off my day. I love how you described the beauty and power of Chiquita. Overall, it’s a brilliant job, well done!
Really, I can’t take it anymore! Does anyone want to hear a heart breakin story? I really need help!!
Wow, that is a really good poem!
yea western mare?
Ok… Here it goes… Its a long story.. I have been riding a horse named Jersey for about a year. Then my instructor made me switch to a horse named Hojo. I love Hojo, but I LOVE Jersey. I have been riding Hojo for about two months. I learnt that no one rides Jersey, no one wants to. I worked at the riding center, and at the end of the day we had a free ride. Since Jersey hasn’t been riding in like two weeks, someone had to ride her… I was FORCED to, thats how much they don’t like her. I had to retrain Jersey. I could tell easily she hasn’t been ridden in weeks. She’s a Quarter Horse Belgian cross. Belgians are huge, and Jersey is big. She only gets like four flakes of hay a day. Which is not enough. She starves at night. There are different pastures. And she is in a small two acre pasture with horses that attack her. I think no one rides her cause each time a horse gets close to her, she pins her ears back and is ready to fight. I don’t think she’s mad, I think she’s scared. Maybe in her old home the owners didn’t give enough feed so all the horses must have fought her for the food. No wonder she eats a lot, and no wonder she’s always ready to fight. Before I went in group lessons a long time ago, I remember my instructor tryin to warn me that Jersey doesn’t like other horses. But that never stopped me. Not even close to stop me. As I watch her bein tortured infront of my eyes, I wonder. Why do they keep her if they don’t like her? They should give her to me! At that moment, I heard a strong neigh. Horses. Horses are fightin with her. This poor horse runs to the gait where I stand. She’s hungry, all the other horses ate the food and didn’t let her have any. She’s not agressive, but people think she is. No! She’s scared! Why can’t they understand?! They are careless! Careless! As I watched my instructor ride her once, I almost yelled “what are you doin! Can’t you see she’s scared!” My instructor stabbed her in her flancs with her spurs. There. There goes my tears. My instructor yellin at me, I walk to Jersey’s stall. No food! She’s the only horse with no food! I had enough. I talked to the owner of the barn. She said “if there is somethin wrong with her, the instructor will take care of it” Before I had a chance to say a word, she walks away. Other girls giggle and tell me “why do you like this pathetic horse? She is mean when you saddle her, she is hard to briddle, and she attacks other horses! And… “stop!” I yelled. I didn’t and I still don’t understand what they are talkin about. She is soooooooo easy to briddle, she doesn’t do anythin when you saddle, and she is not hard to ride! I don’t think Jersey likes them, besides, they don’t deserve Jersey’s love. Jersey is an angel sent from above. Always tryin to please me. Always tryin to make me laugh when I’m sad. Words don’t do any justice for this angel. Once you know her, you’ll know what I mean. She’s a rare spotted Palomino, with a flowin mane and tail. Her forelock flows on her face and around her eyes, her beautiful eyes. I can never say enough about her. I’ll try to get a nice picture of her. I want to lease her. But, there is a list of horses for lease, and Jersey isn’t on it. But who cares if I lease her? No one rides her, no one likes her. Maybe I could buy her one day. So girls, what can I do now? I tried everythin, everythin. I did my best, but I feel as though my best isn’t enough. Please help me, before somethin worse happens to Jersey. Please, please.
yes! :D storytime!
WesternMare, if you want advice from GHCers you should submit this to ‘Ask Girls Horse Club’. There are instructions at the bottom of all Ask GHC blogs — click here to read ยป
Ok thanks LeadMare! So I have to e-mail it to you?
WesternMare, I’m going to move your comment from here to an Ask GHC blog. It will not happen immediately so please be patient.
In the future use the email link below if you want to submit something for Ask GHC, and you’ll need to wait for general submissions if you want to submit a personal story. Thanks.
Ok, thank-you LeadMare!