The Pretty Horses

A herd of horses a rainbow color of their own.

Not red, purple, blue or green,

But bay, sorrel, buckskin and roan

Grazing mildly in the misty meadow,

There stands a pretty herd of horses,

One for me I wish for sure.

By Trinity Desselles, 9

The Bareback Ride

I want a quick ride,

But not with the saddle.

So I grab a hand full of the mane

And leap from the ground

High on the horse

With just me on his back,

With the wind in my hair.

By Trinity Desselles, 9

A Real Heart Stopper!

Hair of midnight blue

Eyes of bright morning blue

Had always held her heart

Through and through.

For her, he always was,

And he always would be

A real heart stopper!

By Linda Amos