Dust was kicked into the air
then there was a glimps
of a wild black mare
Her stallion could be seen
anywhere she goes
together they run
nose by nose
She's big and bulky
He's wide and tall
the rear up high
with no problem at all
Then the dust settles
back to the ground
the mare and stallion
are no where to be found
LatiLuv887 & Nightly
2012-06-01 19:32:33
Three Beats
by ParelliChick
Ocean water lapping at my hooves,
I turn to see a mare, a very pretty one.
I start to put on my stallion moves,
Then I see a foal, obviously her son.
I know another stallion is close by,
So I jump into the water.
The water was at high tide,
When a truck comes by for horse slaughter.
Three beats of a canter,
The mare and foal run.
The humans because to banter,
As a man catches the son.
Caught in a tear of longing,
The mare whinnies a goodbye.
The humans drag the foal away, as if he were logging.
I swim up to the foal, through the high tide.
The men yell and run away,
Leaving the foal behind.
But before they can get on their way,
I break the trailer's side.
Horses of every color,
Horses of every size.
Gallop behind one another,
Running for their lives.
Again I hear the three beats,
The sound that meant capture.
But now it means the sound of a treat,
A Freedom worth a rapture.
I look to see the foal and mare,
Once again side by side.
A stallion that is the father, one that will spare,
A sorry excuse for a horse, who has one though on his mind.
Three beats of capture,
Three beats of freedom.
Three beats of rapture,
Three beats for the kindom.
To all the wild horses.
Please vote for me.
ParelliChick & Lady of the Mist
2012-06-06 17:04:39
Horses-the True Friend
By:TShorses
Horses are a true friend
*Always listen...
*Always understand...
*Always there to hear...
They are the light and hope in our darkest moments...
A tribute to the most amazing animal ever!
TShorses & Meghan
2012-06-06 23:13:15
I ride my houses
By:Freya4309
I feel the wind
I hear the birds
I ride my house
As I sing the words
I see the grass
I feel the leather
I ride my house
Upon the heather
I taste the dust
I see the heat
I ride my house
To his own beat
I feel the joy
I taste the fun
I ride my house
Into the yellow sun.....
freya4309 & Ruby
2012-06-09 22:52:28
~Mustang Courage~
By:ilovesunny
The wild horses of North America run wild and free they look more wild then the European Brumpy.They can gallop for miles and not tire,I wonder how they do this?.I think they are magic.They so much beauty to me,they look fearless to me as they run around the dessert and prairie.I wonder if I could ever have you Mustang...
ilovesunny & Thunder
2012-06-13 03:42:50
The ponies in my dreams
By 9966332
They’re the horses in my dreams
You can’t see what I mean
Because they’re mine
Truly wild
They gallop and prance
In the rain and snow they dance
Runaway figures of beauty
Truly wild
Fit for a museum piece
But they scatter like the leaf
As it falls to the ground
Truly wild
Colors of the rainbows
Glittering like a thousand glows
That scatters and fly’s
Truly wild
When the sun comes to awhile stay
My dear ponies runaway
But they visit me often
And come to run with me in my dreams
Ever truly wild
9966332 & Indy
2012-06-13 18:23:35
Fantasy
By: HorseLoverNancy
Tail held high ,nostrils flaring
Her mischievous eyes were very daring
Her hooves tapping the ground with the gentlest touch
This is Fantasy,a mare we love so much
Her Arabian blood made her as fast as light
She's not a horse you want to fight
Head held high,chest puffed out
How beautiful she is,her master will shout
The desert where her ancestors were born and bred
It shows in the curve of her elegant head
Scream and shout with all your might
You cannot give this mare an eerie fright
She was not bred to jump a course
She was bred to by a master's horse
This is all I can tel you in this poem
So why not go visit her in her beautiful home.
HorseLoverNancy & Black Beauty
2012-06-14 13:46:37
Life of Fear
By Raven305
You gallop by the fences
Not knowing where to turn
Not knowing who to trust
You have many scars from the past
To many to count
You buck like a bronco
You rear with fire filled eyes
Will you ever let someone near you again?
Can you learn to trust?
Or will you live a life in fear?
This is Club Pony Pals, the official Pony Pals game and virtual horse world. Here you can adopt, ride and care for the pony you always wanted. Our site is based on the Scholastic books about three girls by Jeanne Betancourt.
