Friesian Horse

A poem I wrote when I was 12 or 13 about one of my favortie horse breeds. Free verse ish.

What contains Beauty, Power, Strength, and Grace?

How I love the way they prance across the dressage arena

A perfect picture of controlled power.

Like a Ferrari in first gear.

Strong as a boulder, Light as a pin.


The beads of sweat drip down their necks,

as they dance across the arena,

as a ballerina across a stage.


The soft thudding of their hooves beneath me.

What is this magnificent creature that I admire so?

The Friesian Horse.