Galloping Horses
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Alana Grace Russo, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2011
As I feel their powerful gallop,
Their spirits so peaceful and strong,
It sends a tingle down my back.
How they run! Longing for someone to love them. Even when it’s cold, they are there,
Protecting each other from their fears.
A blur of colours - black, brown and white.
Their matching strides,
Every hoof beat sounds magical.
Some may never understand these wonderful creatures, But a girl like me does.
I feel their pain and loneliness, the need to be loved.
Until a heart so soft and understanding comes, Loving each and every horse.
Forging a friendship that can never be broken.