The Hoof Prints In The Sand *_*
By: HorseLoverNancy
Ever since I can remember I have wanted to be free,
To roam the gorge and mountain tops with no-one chasing me,
I've longed to travel to a place that nature holds to heart,
and live a life of freedom that no-one can tear apart.
To run along the beaches and leave hoof prints in the sand,
and feel the water splashing, oh now wouldn't that be grand,
To munch the fresh new pasture as it breaks through natures soil,
Or even have my ears scratched by a friend forever loyal.
But time is running out and I feel darkness has awoke,
To cover all the hope and all the dreams of which I've spoke,
I feel him walk toward me with that needle in his hand,
I close my eyes forever, leaving hoof prints in the sand.
HorseLoverNancy & Black Beauty
2012-06-20 11:00:45
Princess
By:SunnySummer
Princess is a pony,
if you feel her she feels bony,
she cute and small,
and lives in a stall,
and she's very very funny.
This song is based on a real pony i rode named Princess, and its completly true, every bit of it
SunnySummer & Summer
2012-06-20 14:01:48
The Stallion
By: ModelMare
Its hooves beat across the ground,
Like thunder before a gentle rain shower,
Its mane whips around,
Body tense and full of power.
Its tail waves behind him,
Like an ocean wave,
Out stretch his long limbs,
His heart strong and brave.
He knows no master,
Just nature’s sweet sounds,
On he runs faster,
Through his golden background.
On he runs through the golden wheat,
Like golden ocean waves tickling his thighs and feet,
His ebony body shines in the sun,
Like a bullet of black shooting out a gun.
On he runs into the sunset,
But his body doesn’t fade,
Making a memory I’ll never forget,
His beauty still last as he shrinks in size,
But he will never disappear from my eyes.
ModelMare & Athena
2012-06-21 00:09:26
The One For Me
By:HorseLoverNancy
His golden coat glistens in the sun,
His strong muscles glisten when he runs.
His eyes are large and clear,
showing intelligence, confidence, and never any fear.
His long stride makes you feel like you are flying,
over the jumps in the ring or running wild on the range.
No doubt he is the one for me,
except for the fact that he runs free,
out on the range or just in my dreams.
No doubt he is the one for me.
Even though he'll never be mine,
He'll always run free in my mind.
No doubt he is the for me.
HorseLoverNancy & Black Beauty
2012-06-23 15:37:38
Wild Hart
By:HorseLoverNancy
Her pounding hooves barely touched the ground,
If she escapes, she'll never be found.
The men's ropes are twirling, now flying throuth the air,
Waiting to tighten 'round the neck of the mare.
She sees it and cuts to the right,
While the riders draw empty ropes back up tight.
The men's horses are tiring, but she's fresh as a breeze.
"She's drawing away," whispers the wind in the trees.
Through the canyon, up the hill,
"The men are beaten; she's safe"; the cardinals thrill!
She'll never know bridle, blanket, nor saddle,
And she won't ever help cowboys round up the cattle.
'Cause she's a wild one by name and by mark,
The cowboys all round here call her The Wild Heart.
Now that's the tale of the sorrel mare that never got roped,
Because she evaded all the cowboys with her powerful 'lope.
HorseLoverNancy & Black Beauty
2012-06-23 15:40:36
Summer,
This summer I saw hunger games ,
took archery class,
I got into the books my friends to blame!
Luckty when we've shot over the huge target our dad made we haven't hit any glass.
My older sister saw Brave and angus she loved,
we both take archery
and can't wait to shoot off of missy but at least keeps the flies away!
She said I wouldn't be able to shoot on her though I'd have to drive, Ad she'd shoot and I said how you shoot? I don't know if anyone would be dead or remain alive.
Golden swallow & Bow tie
2012-06-26 00:38:04
my pony
By Belhew
My pony i love him so
He treads on my toes
He loves me so
He always says hello
His live is so gay
With his cute little neighs
He would jump the moon
If i told him so
He wipes away my tears with his mane
He heals all my hurt
That is why i love him so
He never leaves me
He is always with me
He has to be the most lovely pony in the world
It is not his looks that makes a winner
But his personalty
That is all about my pony
I LOVE HIM SO
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.
