Freedom
WesternHorseGirlAnnie, Age: 13
Trees, trees
Glorious trees!
The grass, the grass,
Don't let time pass!
The wind in my mane
And the smell of sweet hay!
The trickling of the creek
And the warmth of the day!
This must be Freedom,
This must be Life,
A world without bindings,
A world without strife.
Please, please,
Keep it this way!
Please, please,
On this wondrous day!

Poem by Emma Brown
Far of in the dim mist,
the sounds of thousands of horses
thump in my ears,
The sound of clashing hooves and ringing neighs
bring forth memories that is painful to I.
I can not ride, for I am paralyzed.
I'm like a horse that needs to rugged, fed and cared for.
I hate it for I am not free, I'm trapped in my body.
I lift my heavy head north and smell the sweet breeze of Spring.
Foals will be born, sweet grass and the smell of summer on its way.
Life is good when you can move.

Now in my prime of my age, looking back on what I have accomplished.
I can say “I AM FREE.”

Far of in the dim mist,
the sounds of thousands of horses
thump in my ears,
The sound of clashing hooves and ringing neighs
bring forth memories that is painful to I.
I can not ride, for I am paralyzed.
I'm like a horse that needs to rugged, fed and cared for.
I hate it for I am not free, I'm trapped in my body.
I lift my heavy head north and smell the sweet breeze of Spring.
Foals will be born, sweet grass and the smell of summer on its way.
Life is good when you can move.

Now in my prime of my age, looking back on what I have accomplished.
I can say “I AM FREE.”

NightMare
by Eliza Anderson
Black as death
Vicious as ever
As she gallops,
Her hooves make the sound
Of thunder weather
Eyes like fire
Nostrils glaring
Across the Earth
She goes blaring
Her tail a whip
Against the cold night air
All shudder with fear
When she gallops near
For she is the NightMare.

Poem by Annelies Johnson
Hungry Horses, Hunting, hoping
For a blade of grass.
The paddock is a dusty hole in the earth
Their hides as rough as doormats
Draped over bare skeletons.

"Old Grey Horse"
by Hannah
An old grey horse stands at the gate,
Waiting for someone who'll love him,
Will someone, just someone bring him a mate?
Or don't they care for the old grey horse.
He stands alone night and day,
Dosn't anyone care for him anymore?
Or was it just because he was old?
His eye is sad as he grazes the grass,
and he wonders if he'll ever be loved,
One day, a man enters his paddock,
The grey horse whinnies with glee,
But the man has no love for the old grey horse,
And locks him up in a float,
The old grey horse is brought to a place,
Some other horses there are skinny-all thin,
Their heads are hung low as they stand without grass,
The old grey horse is frightened and scared,
But the man just dosn't seem to notice,
The old grey horse is put in a place,
A place he had dreaded for so long,
And after that day he wasn't seen again,
And no one seemed to care all along.

Unicorn Poem by Shannon
The only horse of this unicorn kind,
Could only exist in my vivid mind.
Sad to say there are no unicorns now
but they might appear someway, somehow
You have read books and seen pictures all about these things...
Let them appear and become animal kings.
But if that can't happen and we don't meet,
Earth will always have our horses so sweet.

Coal Black
by Melissa Zager

Slashing hooves
And flashing teeth
Manes flying
Mares crying
Drip, Drop, the blood falls
Tick, Tock, time crawls
Screaming stallions
Shining like medallions
One coal black
One ghostly white
Circles, charging, flight
Air is thick
Speed is the trick
Quick, Quick
Finally one falls
Coal black calls
Mares come a-running
Black is so cunning
He screams victory
And ghostly white is history

Poem by Katie Mehlow
Pegasus flies
so swiftly and smoothly
through the night sky 

My Twilight Wonder
by Eliza Anderson
Horse of the night
Come take me away
Fly to the heavens
'Till the light of day
My twilight wonder,
O gorgeous steed
Together we'll soar
Part magic, all free
Horse of the night:
My beautiful dream
When on your back,
That's what love means
Through the night sky we soar
Your body with graceful motion
Your eyes are burning fire,
Your mane the rolling ocean
Horse of the night
You sleek, equine dove
As we travel with the stars
That's the true meaning of love.

Poem by Alexandria Brown
In my pencils wake I left...
Dusk on a beach, horse tracks in the sand, Horses in a lush green forest,
Manes floating in the breeze,
As I draw a sky scene in the last page of my book,
From a cloud I drew as bare as bones,
Formed a horse with wings as white a snow And a mane and tail of only perfect flaxen color.
A golden palimino with eyes of blue,
more blue than the sky!!
She took a running start and took to the sky!!
Her wings beating the air with ease.
She flew to the sun and back again and the book closed.
But I can visit anytime.

Ghost Dancer
by Jubilee N. Wolfe
Graceful at any gait,
Hopes and dreams to follow,
Off in a herd, she won't be late,
So beautiful, watch her go,
Too sweet to resist.

Dancing in the night,
All who watch her shall not cry,
Now pet her, love her, she won't bite,
Cantering through the evening, stars in the sky,
Ever so wondrous, shimmering in the moonlight,
Rare to see, what a sight

HORSES, GODS CREATION
by ?
They dance they prance and sing to the heavens,
They give hope and joy to all who own them,
All are beatiful in there own way,
and if you show them that they will want to stay,
God made these creatures so this is what you do,
Love them and they will love you.