horse
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I celebrate peace with a white petaled rose,
As the woes of a long war begins close.
Though the principle I did not opposed.
Singing and dancing and ridding my horse,
Sweet tender Gaia, the goddess of the earth,
Picks up her apples with anticipated pleasure.
Down the rivers, waterfalls, lakes, streams, creeks
The waters should be wary of the company that comes close to its mud rich borders
Listen close, not to the woods that gives you its greetings
The tree avenue
Branches touch in arch
Leaves crunch underneath
Feet repeat in rows
The tunnel of dizzy shadow
There's a classic joke that everyone's heard,
"A horse walks into a bar..."
My love for that joke might seem absurd,
and I guess I take it too far.
I use it to break that awkward quiet,
When I feel sad I go for a ride,
Just my horse and me,
We always stay in the same stride,
My horse and me,
My sadness and anger are lifted,
A feeling, a fluttery
whimsical feeling,
shot through my jaded soul upon the
sight of the mare.
Her crème coat is sliced
and sprinkled with jagged
ribbons of scarlet,
You ask, What inspires me to take on each day,
Well, he eats hay.
Every day roll out of bed
and cannot wait to see his head!
With a winny and a neigh
Sarge, my horse greets my day.
When I am feeling down
Sad and lying on the ground
I will go to someone who cares
His whole body is covered in hairs
My horse is always there for me
Horse and rider,
Take pace beside her.
Never a faltering stride.
Crucified
In metal and bronze,
A monument meant to stand for eons.
Immediately Stop The War On Our Planet !!!
Stop All Production Of Military Products !!!
Our Planet Is Very Small
Our Planet Is a Very Unique And Beautiful
Our Planet For Children
For a Peaceful Life
There is always an ember burning in my heart for you
This type of love is rooted deep inside my heart
From the inside looking out
A bright-eyed horse stands
Head held high to the sky
Ready to take on the world
Without a single doubt
I saw you
Cowboy hat
Wrangler jeans
Boots and spurs
Button up shirt
Dark hair
Light eyes
yeah you bet I saw you
I held my breath
Closed my eyes
And tried so hard
As they run and gallop through the countryside,
Their manes and hooves seem to glide.
As fast and fierce as they can be,
No other animal seem so free.
Their love for human kind shows their big hearts,
Davy Jones
Previously rode roans.
Joining the Monkees he became very cocky,
Later wishing he gone back to being a jockey.
Richard Boone
Presented Paladin cards under an ominous tune.
First gunslinger so erudite
In circumstances likely to explode like cordite.
For Richard Boone
Have Gun–Will Travel did not end much to soon.
His skilled method acting and ridding well hid
A loathing of horses he so deeply did.
I am from sweat and hard work,
from the searing heat of summer
and the freezing chill of winter.
I am from the horse kicked dirt,
and the cattle-branded smoke blowing in the wind.
Sweet, crisp, golden hay
Shining, freshly groomed coat
Tired but content Renee
Missy begins to dote
Soft, whiskery muzzle
Warm, sweet, breath
Giggles when Missy gives a nuzzle
I love you, because throughout the years,
You were always there for me.
I do my best thinking
I satisfy my need for speed
I exercise my dog
I forge my own trails
I erase my sadness
I experience nature
Of course I would save a horse. What could be worse than a suffering horse? Hop aboard the rescue train, nothing can top saving a life.
She is marvelous.
Her dark coat glistens with love, shimmers with brilliance.
Her eyes, dark with wonder, are brightened through learning.
And she moves.
It is as if her legs know no limits.
I ride a horse through dreary woods
With crimson marble eyes.
Swamp serpents circle chestnut trees
Whilst I lash blackened thighs.
We cross betwixt the mist and sea
And piercing rays of dawn,
I remember day I captured a perfect picture.
The long humid summer, with skies a bold blue;
the year of many sorrowful goodbyes.
His velvety soft muzzle
gently felt my face. Each whisker
tickling my soul.
With a foot in his stirrup I lifted
myself on to his back.
Hugging his neck, I could feel his heartbeat
It is heard near the uplands,The sweet allure of your song from down belowYou wear your chestnut coat so wellYour brown mane shivers in the breezeOh majestic mare of mine, your neigh captures my heart
A powerful trot, full of pride and splendorHides a sleekness in step.The whole body moves in a single motionToo swift and majestic for its size.Acknowledging a strength almost unmatched in proportion,The beauty is as graceful as its shadowy coat i
My silver cloak, like molten steel,Draws swift the eyes of sons of men.If ground is sea then I am keel,And speed is well within my ken.
I am a Horse
When I was born my owners saw me
"She is a cart horse" they said
My mother agreed
But, I am not a cart horse.
Brilliant purples, pinks, and blues
Blend in such amazing hues,
My breath is taken out from me
And as I stop to gaze, I see
A stallion toss his wispy mane
Then race away, ne'er seen again.
Running through fields,
Wind in the mane,
Holding on tight,
Your surroundings start to blur,
But the smile remains plastered.
Putting your trust in the horse beneath,
letting your worries melt away.
So many strange things running in a carousel
With eerie music round and round,
As the monkey bears its wide-toothily grin
And blood drips from the jaws of the neighboring bear.
