I close my eyes and hear a drum, A drum coming closer and closer to me, It sounds as the thunder cracking trough the sky, It sounds like a fairytale came alive.
I fall asleep and see a shimmer, A shiny black shape is coming closer to me, It looks like an ancient creature, It looks like a fairytale came alive.
I open my eyes and see a horse, An enormous horse coming closer to me, I can see its waving mane and tail, His muscles rolling under its black coat, The eyes made of pure gold and filled with feelings. A fairytale came alive.
He cut through the air with such precision, placing each hoof in a synchronized dance, His eyes wild his blood pumping. He was an image of pure perfection. He was the definition of power, beauty strength and unbreakable courage. He lifted himself as though he were soaring, his heart roared with each stride. Nose to nose fighting for the stake, he was defying all odds. He ran with such grace and supremacy the other horses where fighting to hold on. He took one last stride to the final stretch, He dug deep and found the raw passion for racing, he sub missed to the esteem, and dreamed of running, he banished the cracks of whips and the heavy and powered forward leaving them in a simple memory. The ground trembled under his foot the skies opened and he was really running. The roar of the crowd burst through his ear drums as he took his final stride to victory. He challenged gravity and stared it down in its tracks. He could fly.
She reared up with a look of daggers, she was wild and un-tamed, she struck out with such force the ground shuddered and the skies cracked. I watched her suck each breath as though it would be her last. Power bore through her as if it were blood. Beauty and dominance flowed over her mirroring that fiery mane. She was mean, she was ruthless, and she was addictive. She pranced around me biting out at me. Her legs followed her every instruction. She had an appetite for life a desire for adventure. She took off into the dense forest for protection, but it was no camouflage for her. The rich red stood out like a light. Her legs untouched by the deep undergrowth. Her eyes determined, her heart set. She stretched with recognisable grace, l ifting herself with precision. She knew these lands, she was home. She was wild.
What is a horse- A horse is the elements combined, A horse is recognisable strength, beauty, grace, and most of all compassion. A horse is a projection of dreams, A bearer of deep and dark secrets, A horse is Trust, hope, talent and desire, Flowing manes, Deep breaths and long sighs, Comforting smells and tear stained coats, A horse is the light to every tunnel, A horse is that I love.
I acually have a song that I sing to Cheyenne sometimes. I heard snippets of it off a show but I couldn't understand most of it and I built onto it (they had only said a couple lines and some of it was unclear). Hope it counts!
I'm riding alone
I need no one
Gone a long time and should probably go home
I'm riding home
Ride into the barn
Where there's horses in the paddocks and water in the troughs
Their backs are all broad and their tails swish around, swish around
Swish around real slow
I take of the saddle
And grab a blanket for my pony
And I put it on my pony and watch her breath slow
Her mane is straight and pretty
Her coat always gleams yes it gleams
Oh it gleams shiny gold
I groom it for hours
To make it shine like gold for the show
We go to shows all the time
We win some blue ribbons to put on her stall to show off
To show off to everyone that she's by best pony and she'll always be