This is a poem I wrote in school. Its about a horse I used to ride. She died. Before she died I wrote this.She was very old though 30 yrs old. her name was ElderberryPounding hoofs on a cold winter day
I can hear it so loudly as I gallop through the mist with her.
Rider and horse put together.
I can hear her own breath,
breathing so loudly. I can feel her soft fluffy winter coat.
A musty taste as we gallop ,
Through brush and weeds.
A sweet smell comes from her.
Elderberry is her name , buckskin color with a dorsal stripe down her back.
She tires as we pick up speed so I slow her down and she drinks from the river.
Her black hoofs full of mudd and rocks.
All I see is a blur when we gallop again , a blur of life going by.
As we pick up speed we see a beautiful sunset.
We see all the colors in the sky mix.
She gallops if we were flying , it feels like her hoofs don't even touch the ground.
We slow down to a canter ,
as if she were a strong wooden rocking horse.
All I hear is the strong wind
and all I feel is the wind blowing on my face.
She sees that blur and she too sees that life is going by as a blur.
I Am a Scottish Dancer and I am proud of my heritage
Horses and dogs are not my whole life....But they make my life whole!