A beautiful horse
ran through the course
on the first day
of a beautiful May.
Another horse, a bay
pulled a cart full of hay
through the grass
and sassafras.
One last pony
on a hill so stony,
was silently grazing;
so very amazing.
Horses I love,
I do not shove,
careful not to scare
and instead comb their hair.
-Reeva
Edited by Zsa Zsa
