My Horse, He is a Pretty Horse
Published by GHC • May 4th, 2009 • Category: Poetry, by Peanutby Peanut, age 9
My horse, he is a pretty horse,
A coat white as snow,
Is he mean? No!
With short tail and a long creamy mane,
He is fearless, from thunderstorms to rain.
My horse, he is a friendly horse,
A nicker soft and warm,
He was one of a kind, ever since he was born,
From his soft expression to the spark in his eyes,
The sight of him makes my heartbeat rise.
My horse, he is an old horse,
With a crack at his step,
He still has a lot of pep,
His bone sticking out,
His ears sensitive to a shout.
My horse, he is a good horse,
Stands still and never leaves,
A yank on his mouths, is one of his peeves,
He’ll never leave his rider down,
He’s never cheeky like a clown
My horse, he is a pretty horse,
From his hoof to his ear,
Never cared about looks, hours in front of the mirror,
He cares not about cliques, trends, the latest fashion,
Or ’bout money, piggy bank smashing,
My horse, he is the horse for me
The love that we share, all can see,
I knew he was perfect the day that we met,
Now he and I live in the best set!
wow I found this really breath-taking, by reading this I can imagine your horse in my head. Beautiful is all I can say to this…….
Amber
Champion peanut! i love it
~HF
That was beautiful, Peanut! Summed everything up perfectly! Awesome job!
That is beautiful! I love it, Peanut!
I like it a lot, good job!!