March Story Contest

Wild Horse discussion

by Keely

Age 13

A mare, A beautiful Mare
Stood on a hill her mane,
and tail,
blowing in the wind.

She nickered softly,
to an Ebony,
He replied with a neigh.

From whence did they come?
To where do they go?
I can not answer that,
For I do not know!

But the silver gray
and the black coats,
will forever,
be remembered.