*VOTING* What is a horse??
Please reply your votes but nothing else please. :D
What is a horse?
A horse is 500 pounds of pure energy, enthusiasm and life.
A horse is those hoofbeats pounding on the ground, flared nostrils, raised heads and a streaming mane.
A horse is majestic, intelligent and inquisitive.
A horse is both bold and meek.
A horse can be swishing its tail idly in the breeze, delicately nibbling grass, and still be radiating grace and power.
A horse is a protector, a leader, a follower, a teacher and a friend.
Is girls best friend,
My horse is my best friend,
A horse is always there,
My horse is always there,
Whether it be to cry on,
To tell my deepest secrets,
Or just someone to talk to,
He is always there,
He takes me places no one else can,
I can fly when I'm with my horse,
A horse is a girls best friend,
My horse is my best friend.
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.
What is a horse-
The one whinny that seems louder than all the others when you walk out to the pasture
The one who bites your butt when you clean his feet
The one who seems to smile when you walk up(:
The one who melts into joy when you scratch that one spot
The one who is willing to do ANYTHING you ask
The one knows where all the peppermints are hidden
The one that forgives after you make a mistake
The one who let's you hug all over him
The one who makes the entire day, worth it
I have that one <3
Next category for judging-
For Wild/Running free
"Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane?
Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting?
He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray.
He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword.
The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance.In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds".
She is a wild fire- group 1 (i think)
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.
Wild running free
He stood upon the rocky crag,
With nostrils flaring wide
And gazed upon the herd below
His eyes betrayed his pride.
And then he saw not far away
Ten riders on a hill
All muscles tensed, all heard looked up
And every heart stood still.
Upon the herd the rider swept
To drive them to a gap
That just beyond the hunters knew
They'd built a hidden trap.
Upon the hill the stallion spied
His captured herd depart
Each passing moment,vengeance grew
Until it filled his heart.
Then every eye turned to the king
Up to that noble sire
The anger in his eyes did flash
Like burning coals of fire.
With lifted head he reared and pawed
His challenge to the night
With flashing hooves he wheeled and turned
And disappeared from sight.
This dare the men could not refuse
They knew the chase was on
And up above the reddened sky
Announced the coming dawn.
Four days did pass and every hour
The quarry they pursued
The mighty steed did wan and tire
He could not stop for food.
Till gasping he could run no more
His will he would not bend
His spirit always would remain
Unbroken to the end.
Before him lay a deep ravine
No bridge across it spanned
Behind the riders closed on him
He would not wear their brand.
Without a backwards glance he leaped
Defiance to his foe
His handsome twisting body spun
Down to the rocks below.
They say that on a starry night
A shadow will appear
And if you listen carefully
Faint hoof beats you might hear.
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