She bites,
She kicks,
and sqeals.
She bucks and lunges,
and is as graceful as a swan,
with a broken leg,
She is a strawberry roan,
that looks covered in mud,
with the appaloosa spots,
just showing on her nose,
And yet I'm drawn to her,
As a moth to something shiny,
and as we ride around the arena together,
you respond to my every need,
as though the paddock you is different,
to the one who moves with me.
A contest entry
- Animals... my first contest by Going Forever.
525 points, ended July 19, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love the imagery in this poem. She sounds like a beautiful horse, even if a bit wild. Great poem!
Best of luck in the contest
Annie
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as we ride around the arena together,you respond to my every need,as though the paddock you is different,
to the one who moves with me. wonderful poem love the border to good luck in the contest
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very cheeky horse!
good luck in the contest!
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And she does, she does bite and kick and squeal, and she's afraid of the hose...
But I would stil love to own her.
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