Horses
Emma Van Riper
I am a girl who is curious about beautiful horses roaming free and wild.
I wonder what goes on in a horses mind.
I hear horses rumbling the ground in packs, like I’m in some kind of earthquake.
I see a graceful chestnut darting through an amazing meadow.
I want a horse of my own- to ride and take care of.
I am a girl who is curious about beautiful horses roaming free and wild.
I pretend to be the best rider in the world.
I feel and grasp the horse’s silky mane.
I touch the powdery clouds when I’m on a crystal white Pegasus flying through the air,
I worry that I’ll get seriously hurt if I fall off.
I cry every single time something bad happens to a horse.
I am a girl who is curious about beautiful horses roaming free and wild.
I understand that I can’t go riding every day.
I say that all horses should be able to roam freely.
I dream I will have my own ranch with all the pretty and strong horses I can possibly have.
I try to ride as often as I can.
I hope to ride all my life.
I am a girl who is curious about beautiful horses roaming free and wild.
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