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OK Ally, I'll do that and lets see.

This is my own Poem.

I'm a horse of course and I open to any source, I gaze at the evening sky as time goes by, the other horses also tattle when I'm not wearing my saddle, but for the Mares, who cares? my name is Dilly but people call me silly when I say Picca Dilly, I laugh as I soar but when I come back, I'll be happy ever more.

Thanks SS! You really think so? Awwwwww thats very sweet of you thanks! I just typed that Poem on that day while adding more stuff to make it sound good without having to write it down. biggrin

Thats pretty Mariah! biggrin

More by me!

The Horse Lover's Dream


I rock back and forth in my chair, inspired in awe and wonder, curiosity and a longing to be free. I close my eyes having experienced the life of a wild horse. The surroundings become more clear; dry grass and dusty dirt, the sun so high up in the big piece of white and sky. My windblown mane and my long, wild tail fluttering around in the gusts of untamed wind and breeze. And just because I want to, and just because I can I let my strong, restless hooves carry me upon the air between the ground and me, through the big, wide world. I rock back and forth in my chair and I close my eyes and even though the world around me is loud and busy I calm myself and find inner peace. I close my eyes and picture my shiny, copper coat with splashes of silver tossed into it. My wild mane and restless tail take their places behind me, hanging on as I fly for freedom just because I want to, just because I can. I imagine my sleek, clean cut legs slice through the air out in front of me and out behind me, underneath my free flying, wild tail. I imagine I never grow tiered so I can escape because I can fly on the air that lyes between my hooves and the cold, unworthy ground.


My Wild Dance

I imagine the places that I have been, cold and snowy, warm and muggy, a thick haze set over the land. An image from the past comes upon my stance, invading my peace. I take my place and pure wild anger flashes through my eyes, my thretaning hooves fly as I dance upon my hind legs, I tower above my fear and show it my pain. My tail kisses the dust below me and I stamp on his body. He cowers in fear, showing in his opposite from wild eyes, his murderous, evil eyes only owned by a man. He respects my power and the mind of my own, bows down, and runs away. My wild eyes watch him run, I turn and I don't look back, knowing my place above the man's.


Knowing You're Place

The sun sets, and with doing so the land is hushed, with everything in the day being said and done a small band of beauty and grace lays it'self down to sleep. A mighty stallion, brown in appearance, approaches the top of the hill, to set his gaze among his mares. They begin to settle and their foals lay to rest. A few gusts of cool wind fit into the last light of day, leaves dance around in whispy whirls. The mares and the stallion and the teeny, tiny foals turn to dark shapes as the sun sets from dusk to dark. The land grows quiet, by only the cricket's chirp and the moonlight they rest, innocent souls of beauty and grace. Not even bats waunder out on this warm summer's eve. The rabbits stay huddled in thier little rabbit holes and the squirrels in their lumpy squirrel nests, birds huddle together and an owl flies overhead. With only the moonlight and the cricket's chirp to guide his mares to safety, the stallion, knowing the land is hushed, bows his head to respect the night and sleeps.

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Snow, perfectly covering the ground in a great white blanket, deadly and blinding it shimmers under the sun in the cold sky. Two bonded mares in a great white feild, one black, and one orange cream. Playing in the cold, icy powder the two bonded play. Rivals approach on the horizon and claim the territory, snow flies as the black crashes down on two small hooves. They dance a dangerous dance, a black and a brown, biting, pawing, just like great beasts. Snow flies above the ground. A cream runs, a gray follows after, angry but playful. A brown and a gray against a black and a cream. The brown cheats, tearing at the black from behind, she hurts and finally limps off, not ready to give up but forced to. Scars and cuts, bruises and scrapes remain as reminders of that cold, icy and violent day.

Forgotten

With fire in their eyes, they dance a deadly dance. Their hooves become weapons, like cannonballs shot from thirteen feet away. Their fear cowers down and rage takes it's place in their bodies, taking control and letting their teeth and their hooves do the talking. For whatever reason they dance about, violently and angrily, they become much more than just a horse. For a moment they forget the rest of the world and fight the other with fire in their eyes, nothing stands in their way, not even the giant fence, nor the sky. Not even the big, wide ocean. They bless the ground just by walking upon it, they sweeten the air when it blows through their mane and reality returns, to leave the other stranded and weak, gasping for the sweetened air of his enemy, yet the blessed ground claims him, A dove lands on the post above his head years later, in hopes to resemble the headstone his un-marked grave was always missing.

Wow thats a very great Poem Mariah, did you make this up yourself on your second Poem?^^