
My Heart Soars
The swaying of her mane The swishing of her tail The smell of her stable Speak to me. The twinkle in her eyes The darkness of her ears The pride in her ride Speak to me. The roughness of her muzzle The silkiness of her fur The clopping of her hooves Speak to me. And my heart soars. By Kirtsen Age 10 Our thanks to Clip Art Warehouse for the use of their horse graphic. |
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