Emily Farnsworth, Grade 8
I watch the horses dance in the sea,
There white manes waving in the breeze.
Though they have no eyes, ears & a nose,
This is a horse that dances with a soul.
Their graceful moves, their swift song,
I sit and watch them all day long.
As the day comes nearer to an end,
Their foamy manes make for the bend.
Though they dance no more, though the sea is calm,
Their soul remains like a sweet charm.