Skyrocket and Daisy

Newbies and Poetry Group 43 Contest

Skyrocket was his
name, a beautiful colt was
he. With his head held high,
he was a true leader. He was
a Quarter Horse standing tall
and proud. No one could ride
my horse, except for me, and I
didn't know why.

He ate my potato chips one day.
He smacked his lips because it
tasted so good. He yanked the
bag right out of my hand. Without
a doubt, I could tell that he was
guilty.

It's true; the first name for a
Racehorse should be Sky,
and I thought the second part
of the name should be Rocket.
When linking the two names
together, you get Skyrocket.
I was hooked on his name.
My Racehorse was fast on its
feet.

Skyrocket was my very best
friend. From beginning to end,
he would listen to me. He
made me feel better in the way
that he should. He was the best
confidant that I ever had.

I felt proud to be on his back.
Trotting and galloping through
the field, I took the route with
the perfect view, I knew that
I'd be on the right track.
There was no doubt about it, I
felt proud to be on top of his back.

Daisy was a beautiful filly. Acting
Rather silly, she struck up a pose
unlike any other. She was a
rose-colored gray, the perfect
color for her.

The day she was born, I put on
her halter. She was such a good
trooper: I knew in an instant that
she would never falter. She had
a zeal that made her super.

Daisy had her father's color.
Saar-Saar was the name of
the Arabian breed. He was
gray and white, unlike any
other. He was a Stallion, tall
and proud.

Daisy had her goofy side. When
I kicked her gently to go forward,
I wasn't successful in breaking her
from doing what she wanted to do.


Daisy was a curious one who
loved to get her hugs. She'd
tug at me to get my attention;
She was a fun-loving filly.

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Written by Anna Marie Carlson
Wednesday, March 11, 2020