July Story Contest

Race Horse
By: Rodeogirl98
Age: 13

The pawing of hooves
The shaking of mane
The snorting of all the horses lined up
All you can hear is your heart beating

The gates open
horses surge forward
Your horse takes short and powerful strides
When you reach the end turn you feel like you have wings
When you let him go, he flies towards the finishing line

When your horse runs, he runs like the wind
He shows no fear
When your horse runs, it’s because he wants to
He was made for this
                                                                                                                           
When he stands in the winner’s circle,
With the blanket of flowers on his back,
He stands proudly, holding his head high

He is a racehorse