The Horse
by John Anthony Davies

I saw a child who could not walk,
sit on a horse, laugh and talk.
Then ride it through a field of daisies
And yet he could not walk unaided.

I saw a child, no legs below,
sit on a horse and make it go
through woods of green and places he had never been
to sit and stare, except for a chair.

I saw a child who could only crawl,
mount a horse and sit up tall;
then put it through a degree of paces
and laugh a the wonder in our faces.

I saw a child born into strife,
take up and hold the reins of life.
And that same child, was heard to say,
thank God for showing me the way.....

       My horse's name is Jessie.
When he is in his stall it can get messy. I think he is a really sweet horse. I never have to ride with much force. He runs around, And puts holes in the ground. He can go really fast, This way he will never get last. I have owned him for more than a year. He has never shed a tear. He loves to go on a trail, And help me get the mail.  When he is bad I call him Bessie. This is the end of my poem about my horse Jessie.

   HORSE
Thou art truly
A Creature
Without equal,
For thou
Fliest without wings
And conquers
Without sword

-By The Kovan

Delicate ears pricked Intently Listening
Smooth black coat Shinning Glistening
Long black tail High and Flowing
Small round hooves that look like new
That's my pony standing in the dew

My horse is brown his teeth are white,
he has a long tail, he's quite a sight. He eats grass all day, he lets out a neigh to say he's okay. I curry him down to make him bright, he lets out a toot and I die of fright!

      Running Free
      By:Maleah Fick

Golden forelock,
Golden tail,
This mare gallops
Through wind and hail
She lets out a whinny
With contentness and glee
For this mare is joyful
She's running free

        Wild Horses
        by Susan Kosicki

The beauty and grace of horses so free,
to watch and to wonder how great it would be.
A gallant,proud stallion leading his band,
through the great mountains,across the white sand.
In the wind they will run from dangers that come,
wild horses they are until death of the sun.

I'll lend you for a little while my grandest foal, HE said.

for you to love while he's alive and mourn when he is dead.

It may be one or twenty years, or days or months, you see,

but will you, till I take him back, take care of him for me?

He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,

you'll have treasured memories as solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,

but there are lessons taught on earth I want this foal to learn.

I've looked the wide world over In my search for teachers true.

And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, with trust, I've chosen you.

Now will you give him total love? not think the labor vain,

nor hate me when I come here to take him back again?

I know you'll give him tenderness and love will bloom each day,

and for the happiness you've known, forever grateful stay

But should I come and call for him much sooner than you'd planned,

you'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and someday, understand,

by: Linda Byles

If you desire a saddle horse, a horse that's sure to please,

Just buy yourself a Walking Horse and ride along at ease.

You'll never have to learn to post, no acrobats required,

Just sit the saddle as you please to get the thrill desired.

Of all the horses you could ride to occupy your leisure.

Just step astride a Walking Horse and exercise with pleasure.

A Walking Horse is so polite when ridden down the street,

He nods his head with every step as if your friends to greet.

If it were in my power to name my mode of transportation,

When traveling toward those Pearly Gates would give me much elation.

I'd step astride my Walking Horse, the trip would seem much sweeter,

I'd feel refreshed, in better shape, to stand before Saint Peter.

And if he seemed to hesitate about letting me inside,

I'd just dismount, hand him the reins, and let him take a ride.

He'd grasp my hand, throw wide the gates, and say,

"Just ride on in."

      Poem by Tiffany Moss
His nostrils flare,
With noble delight,
His wide white eyes,
Full of fight.

He is a King,
With blood-red coat,
Charcoal hooves,
Upon wind he floats.

The breeze of heaven,
Flows through his mane,
He gallops through my heart,
And back again.

         Wild Black Mare
         by Jessica Fankhauser

Dust was kicked into the air
then there was a glimpse
of a wild black mare

Her stallion can be seen
anywhere she goes
together they run
nose by nose

Shes big and bulky
hes wide and tall
they rear up high
with no problem at all

Then the dust settles
back to the ground
the mare and her stallion
are no where to be found