She proudly holds her neck high
As she trots down the trail.
She winnies softly to the other horses.
After the ride,
I get down and give her a carrot
And stroke her neck.
How can there be a prettier creature than this?
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Sketches
PoetryPoems that describe a lot of random things in First Person. It's not the best, but I guess it's okay. It has really cool pictures, though.
