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February 2017 Story & Poem Entries Note: Winning stories and poems will be published in Pony Pals Magazine. All entries must be original, meaning that the member who enters them must have written the text. To be eligible the story or poem must have a horse or pony in it someplace. Stories should be suitable for all ages, including younger members. All entries published in the Magazine will earn 500 Wiggins Bucks, the best stories and poems will earn 3000 Wiggins bucks and trophy for the writer.

With All My Love {fiction}
***Edited version...sorry I messed up the last one!***
by DreamerGirl

I can't believe it. It's been exactly a year since my beloved Whisper, my red roan Quarter horse, has left me. For good. Forever. And, to show my love for her this Valentine's season, I'll be writing to her, my one and only Whisper.

To my beloved Whisper,

You were as strong as the wind, though so quiet as a whisper. So gentle as a breeze, yet so stubborn. So willing and kind. Sassy and pretty- I can't forget that unique personality of yours. You're coat the color of a rose. Or you may say a strawberry, but I like them both. You can't even express the feeling I had when you left. You left me, but not forever. Only for a while. With all my love I say this. With all my tears I write this. And though you won't read this, I feel you know I love you. I feel you know how dear you were to me. I will always remember you, my Whisper. See you soon.

You're faithful friend,
With all my love,
Aria

Every year I intend to write a love letter like this to my horse. She meant - and means - so much to me. This is how I cope and live without her.
With all my love forever.

~THE END~

DreamerGirl & Serene
2017-02-05 01:54:30
Aw! Dreamer was great!! Yours was really good to Horsecrazy!
Cowgirls and angels & Holly
2017-02-05 01:54:30
Dreamer your style is quite similar to mine! A beautiful sentiment for your lovely horse.
DiamondIce & Evergreen
2017-02-05 03:49:57
I have a purpose.
I think.

I gallop.
I jump.
I move forward.

Does that give me a purpose?
Am a playing a role in society?
Do people see me as an animal,
Or a player?

In this big game of chess,
Am I a mere pawn?
Or am I a king.

I eat.
I drink.
I sleep.
I live the life of a horse.

I don't think I have a purpose.
I don't feel accepted by society.
Am I just an animal?
Not really a player?

Do my hooves make marks in the ground,
Only to be smoothed out again?
Does my mane only blow free in the wind,
To be pulled back down again?

I inhale.
I exhale.
I breathe.
I count my days til death.

I have no purpose.
I am shunned by society.
I am a mere animal,
Not a player.

My life but a mere quarter of yours.
Here one minute,
Gone the next.
My purpose gone to the wind.

DiamondIce & Evergreen
2017-02-05 10:44:54
The last poem about purpose is called "A horse's purpose"
This poem is for my father, a poet himself. Reading his work has inspired me to make these poems. Thank you dad for your love and support. Without you I would never have discovered my love for writing, reading, and science.
I love you.

My Father's Life As A Horse

Dad,
You are a Sorraia horse.
With your dark mane,
And dark tan skin.

You are intelligent.
Steadfast and strong.
You are rare with your combination,
Of witty humour and thoughtfulness.
Like a Sorraia your rarity is a strength.
Using your abilities to understand the world,
And make of it what you will.

Dad,
I love you.
Your heart is beautiful.
And līke that of a horse.
Your eyes are truly the window to your soul.

DiamondIce & Evergreen
2017-02-05 11:06:18
My horse is my best friend,
He gives me the wings I lack,
He gives me hope,
He gives me the chance to be myself,
He never looks back.

hopieforce & Sandy
2017-02-05 17:47:34
Horseshoe

Coming from steel, heated to a fire glow,
Curved and beat by Mjolnir,
A shined silver for being new,
Protecting the importance now as I lead him out.
The grass softer and quieter for walking.
The silver sinking into the dirt,
Joining for many rides.
As the days go by,
Silver isn’t as it used to be.
Stayed until they break, lost, fallen.
When they are replaced, some are kept.
Luck to fill them up on the wall.
If not, the luck will spill out.
I might find myself misfortune.

Raven305 & Scarlet
2017-02-06 00:55:51
Ghost Rider

By night, the course is set,
Cold air visible by thy breath from nose;
A thunderous below he threat.
Through the winding roads met,
Is there a show of death that rose?
By night, the course is set.
Rearing up upon the fine sight of his silhouette,
Mounted, where the twos fire grows;
A thunderous below he threat.
They ride as one into the night like a jet,
A light so bright melts the snow;
By night the course is set.
Riding on their quest as if to win the rosette,
A quick sudden halt skidding into a pose;
A thunderous below he threat.
Both are each other’s asset,
Unpredictable just as tornadoes,
By night the course is set.
A thunderous below he threat.

Raven305 & Scarlet
2017-02-06 00:56:21
xD Love all your Poems!
Cowgirls and angels & Holly
2017-02-06 01:43:56
Yeah, DiamongIce! I love yours too!
DreamerGirl & Serene
2017-02-06 01:59:24
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