Courtney
2010-04-17 18:56:31 UTC
IN THE PASTURE
Horses run and run
In the pasture
Manes flowing
Tail trailing behind them
Sweat glistening their coats
Stallions gallop around,
Keeping track of their mares
Foals bucking and playing
Mares graze softly
In the pasture
And when their time ends
They will go
In the pasture
In the sky
As many know
Horses will gallop
Into our hearts
Forever...
WILD
Moonlight is so graceful,
As graceful as a bird.
As she gallops alongside,
Her mother and flowing herd.
These horses are not galloping,
For nothing you here see,
they are being wildly chased,
By people like you and me.
These men are all on horseback,
With their dogs at their sides,
The wild horses just keep going,
With no secret place to hide.
As the foals get more sleepy,
The men throw their ropes,
Their mothers stop to help,
But their foals just have no hope.
What happens to these foals?,
That were happy one day.
They now don't have the freedom,
To run and kick and play.
THE WILD HERD
A horse with a coat
of night sky black
and a soul of purest white,
his spirit one of wild stallions' fire.
he rules the planes,
his herd the strongest,
with mares aplenty,
and their foals of the wildest blood.
And as the herd runs, Their spirits fly,
as they glide over the grassy planes,
and leave everything behind-
as they fly free
HORSES ARE DIFFERENT
Horses come in many kinds,
And some are very hard to find.
Some are for races,
cause they ride at different paces.
Some like hay
in the day.
Some are white,
and ride at night.
Some are mean
and don't like to be seen.
Some are sweet
and like treats.
Horses come in many kind
and some are hard to find!
STALLION FIGHT
See the great stallions fight,
Testing, Testing all their might.
One is Lighting king of the mountain
The other is the Mighty Powerful Fountain.
Lightning rears, Ready to kill,
But fountain shows incredible skill.
Who will win? Who will stay?
Finally Lightning gives him a beating,
But the powerful fountain is quickly retreating.
Still the king, His neigh can be heard.
Screaming in triumph, he returns to his herd.
BEAUTIFUL HORSES
Horses are so beautiful
There is so much to know.
I love to watch them trotting by
In the big horse show.
Their saddles jingle jangle
Their hooves do clip and clop
They look so big and shiny
And now this poem must stop!