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where in the world is nobility found without conceit?
where is friendship without envy?
where is beauty without vanity?
here one finds gracefulness coupled with power, and strength tempered by gentleness.
a constant servant, yet no slave.
a fighter, ever without hostility.
our history was written on his back.
we are his heirs.
but he is his own heritage;
the horse.
the noble ones accept the yoke.
they serve, but never will be slaves,
for to themselves
they never can be traitors
Hans-Heinrich Isenbart
MY HORSE -By Telifa Sloane.
Goldern far and so shiny,
at first I thought you were a little tiny,
Huge brown eyes and a star so neat,
Long creamy mane and delicate feet,
Along smooth gallop and prancing walk,
Oh lord I wish you could talk!
A dream horses pace,
And a gorgeous face,
Oh you're the one for me,
You fill my hear with joy and glee,
And at the show you win for me,
Plus you jump so many obstacles so carefully,
Some people say you're only a toy
But i'm proud of you my goldern boy,
You fill many heart with desire,
With coat of gold and spirit of fire,
You're not just a horse,
Your my friend of course.
THIS HORSE -By Penny Stray
The is horse of presence as cool as ice,
This horse of beauty makes you look twice,
This horse of glory, so fleet on foot,
This horse of darkness, as black as soot,
This horse do free could never be mine,
This horse so strong who lived by the sea,
This horse untamed, this horse so free.
when you gallop,
the earth shakes,
the clouds open to the sun,
it shines upon you,
the dirt moves away,
making room for hoof and shoe,
the air steps aside,
follows you,
and watches you pass by,
the trees bend away,
when they see you come,
they listen to your powerful neigh,
the darkness flees,
demons lay in your path,
the devil himself falls to his knees,
life positions itself to view,
for such an unseen spectical,
power and grace as beautiful as you,
and yet you chose me,
but a detour,
did you hear my plea,
you took me away with your wings,
i guess you just know,
that your my everything
By Maggie Hill
Touching not the earth,
carried by current,
riding the wind,
the wind of heaven,
blowing us near
Anonymous
TROUBLES OF A FOOTSORE PONY -By Neroli Roberts
It's Spring again, the grass has grown
I've eaten too much, my stomach groans
Each of my hooves is tender and sore,
I just can't help it - I have to eat more!
The pain's so great, I cannot walk
My owner leads me, but I balk
She sees the promblem she must fix
Sighs, green grass and ponies - a terrible mix
So i'm locked up in a barren yard
The gate and it's lock are kept under guard
The vet comes to give me a shot
And tells my owner my bells too pot
The rest of the spring a diet i'm on
I can't eat the grass thats growing so long
but now I feel a whole lot better
And to you horselover, I write this letter.
Don't let us get fat, cause then we'll go lame,
A dreaded condition- Founder's its name.
Although we'll be hungry, for a short time
It's better than being sick in our prime.
AN ARAB
I wish I had a horse,
An Arab I would like,
I would let it trot
And canter
Everyday and night
I would groom her
And feed her
My lovely Arab horse
But most of all i'll love her
With all my heart of course
STALLION FIGHT -By Adilee Wong
See the great stallions fight,
Testing, testing all their might,
One is lightning king of the mountain,
The other is the mighty, powerful fountain,
Lightning rears ready to kill,
But Fountain shows increadible skill,
Who will win? Who will stay?
Finally Lightning gives him a beating,
The defested Fountain is quickly retreating,
Still the king- his neigh can be heard,
Rining in triumph,
He returns to his herd.
