Grace of an Equine
By
Dawn Davies
Published By:
Dawn Davies at Smashwords
Grace of an Equine
Copyright ©2010 Dawn Davies
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Original Art by Dawn Davies
Wild Heart
Wild heart, running free,
Why can’t you belong to me?
You gallop around so majestically,
What a sight to see you running free,
Rippling muscles as you gracefully move,
From your pretty mane to your dancing hooves,
You’re pounding feet is like the beat of my heart,
So run my beauty, my Wild Heart.
Equine
Equine with you bones so fine,
Oh how I wish you were mine,
Dainty feet and flowing tail,
Just to see you all is well,
You fly like the wind, head held high
Such a beauty for the eye.
Equine
Tears
I feel so sad, I don’t know why,
Sometimes I feel like I could cry,
I look for you in the dark night sky,
Remembering the day you said goodbye.
Pink Pony
Little Girl what do you want most,
A horse of my own you often boast,
To love it and hug it so very close,
What colour would you like it to be,
Pink all over is fine by me.
Bay
Mare
Bay Mare with your beautiful face,
So Fluid in motion when you start to race,
I catch my breath when I watch your grace,
Another fine win for the trophy case.
Dreamer
A Horse of dreams, can always be seen,
Flaring their nostrils, and chasing the wind.
Jumping over fences, or running through a stream,
Up on their hind legs, punching the air,
But always with such long beautiful hair.
Emerald Dreams
Oh Isle of mine, so fresh and so green,
Mountains and hills and fast flowing streams,
A place I long for, Oh to smell the sea,
My isle of emerald dreams means so much to me