Just poems I have written over a few months involving horses..Enjoy and feel free to crit and comment.

Never would I have before realized the true and pure power of an even calmed stallion simply going up a hill. To realize that he found it easier to run up rather than walk. Like a shaken baby. A weak and powerless being. I pulled on the reins, pleading him to stop, but they seemed attached to a brick wall and my arms like toothpicks. I stayed mounted upon his broad back, but never would you realize the power of an even calmed stallion until he galloped beneath you for the first time.
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(Snoop is my dog)
For lazy Sundays with a long drive to take.
For cleaned rooms just so I can ride.
For the longing and hypnotic dreams when I look them in the eyes before I can mount.
For just an hour to pretend they are real.
For staring out on lazy Sundays while ol' Snoop rests and I just wath the land.
For everytime I wondered how I would ge there upon their backs or by their sides on a lazy Sunday while ol' Snoop rests forever.
Just for dreamers.
Just for me.

--
The Arabian Poem.


They prance.
They run.
They are sillouetted by the rising desert sun.
He gallops.
They follow in their own rythm.
His head;
Perfectly carved like rock;
Intelligant;
Beautiful.

His mane flows behind him;
White as fresh snow.
His hooves beat upon the sand;
His loyals following behind his mane.
His forelock drapes down over his eyes and reaches his muzzle.

His tail streams behind him like a great banner;
Held up by pride it flows through the air like water from the falls.

One Thousand white Arabians.
A band of phantoms and ghosts;
Demons and angels.

He flicks his elegant head toward the great Arabian desert sun.
Their coats gleam as one under the shimmering sky.
Like a magnificant glacier they float across the fickle desert and leave no traces behind.
--
To Have A Horse.

4-22-07

And it rained...
It rained for one thousand years on an insagnificant farm where the chickens were old and useless.
And the pigs were all gone.
And the cows were sold.
And the goats waundered off;
And took the sheep with them;
And the collie dog, too.

And it rained for one thousand years.
All because.
The last to go.
Was that one old horse that nobody loved.
And God cried.
And the angels cried with Him.
Tears of joy.
Because the horse had come to hevan.
And so it rained...
For one thousand years...
Because God was so happy...
To have a pretty little pony that nobody else loved.