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.