I know a place of valleys low
Where meadows green and lovely grow
And in these meadows lives a beast
That can't be found West, South, or East
Only North does this creature thrive,
Where meadows keep its soul alive;
The grass marks spirit
Trees for kind
Daisies help a troubled mind.
Ivy's for hope
Thorn is fire
And roses for the heart's desire.
Music plays about the breeze,
Whistling through great willow trees
Lifting a wave up off the stream;
So sound that it could be a dream.
This creature is of wind and sky;
Confined to ground, but still can fly
He trumpets to those far and near
Sweet melody, to all who hear.
He walks around, chest filled with pride
Crossing distance far and wide;
To make it known, far and near
'I am a horse, I am, my dear.'
Something I wrote... I love to write poetry and it comes to me naturally. I think this is one of my favorite pieces. Please comment and tell me anything I could add to it or if I could fix it somehow.
I have a website for people to share there equine-related art, sort of like this one. Please visit it! I made it the other day and I would like to know if anybody enjoys it.
Link: Home - Equine Garden