His eyes are like mystical legends:
What stories they could tell.
Strands of silk is his flowing mane;
It rises and falls like waves.
Graceful is his body, and yet strong;
Majestically does he walk.
His streaming tail is like a flag;
Proudly he carries it.
Like flint upon steel are his hooves:
When he runs, fire flashes.
Powerful is his wild trumpet call;
His neigh, a thunderclap.
He travels on the wings of the wind;
The pace he chooses is swift.
My endurance is great, brave is my heart.
Who am I? I am the horse.
I hope you like it.
Take care,
Patti
What stories they could tell.
Strands of silk is his flowing mane;
It rises and falls like waves.
Graceful is his body, and yet strong;
Majestically does he walk.
His streaming tail is like a flag;
Proudly he carries it.
Like flint upon steel are his hooves:
When he runs, fire flashes.
Powerful is his wild trumpet call;
His neigh, a thunderclap.
He travels on the wings of the wind;
The pace he chooses is swift.
My endurance is great, brave is my heart.
Who am I? I am the horse.
I hope you like it.
Take care,
Patti
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