My Horse, He is a Pretty Horse Blog Archive on May 4, 2009, 8:15

by Peanut, age 9

My horse, he is a pretty horse,
A coat white as snow,
Is he mean? No!
With short tail and a long creamy mane,
He is fearless, from thunderstorms to rain.

My horse, he is a friendly horse,
A nicker soft and warm,
He was one of a kind, ever since he was born,
From his soft expression to the spark in his eyes,
The sight of him makes my heartbeat rise.

My horse, he is an old horse,
With a crack at his step,
He still has a lot of pep,
His bone sticking out,
His ears sensitive to a shout.