Grace Helms, Grade 5
Oh, how beautiful horses are astounds me
I wish I could gallop all day long on your statuesque back.
You have carried many a load,
For many a year.
Your beautiful mane, flowing like the sea
Eyes glistening like stars.
Your neigh, a chorus of song,
Telling many how you feel.
Your hoofs create a beautiful beat
The perfect synchronism changing with your gaits.
Your generous personality favoured by many.
But, your hoofs scream for mercy
When no horseshoe is in place.
That pain though, may go,
By the Blacksmiths hammer.
This beautiful horse, free once again.