August 2009 Poem Contest

Windancer   by  microphone and Black Mist age 12

She whinnies and I run to her,
I stroke her soft grey coat,
She looks with her Arabian look,
And I look my Loving look.
She’s soft and white,
Just like a cloud,
And gentle too it seems.
She once was a show horse,
But now she’s 28,
She’s growing old and tired.
I show her love and will miss her dearly,

Dear Windancer, I miss you much,
So much my heart still hurts,
And I wish you were still with me.

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She’s short and tall and white,
Her coat like a puff of grey clouds.
Her flowing tail, so glistening white,
Flows like a river,
It’s a wonderful sight!
So trusting and yet bossy,
She wants to become the boss,
But her kind brown eyes say
something different.
Her bumpy canter and smooth
walk and trot, make it fun to ride her.

But Windancer, I miss you much,
You and I shared a special bond,
And I wish you were still here
to share what’s in our hearts.