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THE PAIR OF HORSES
IN THE GLEAM OF THE MOONLIGHT,
ON THE TOP OF A HILL.
STANDS A PAIR OF HORSES,
SO VERY STIFF AND STILL.
IN THE GLEAM OF THE SHADOWS,
THEY ARE SO TALL AND SLIM.
AND YET THEY LOOK SO GOOD,
JUST THE PAIR OF THEM.
wrote by:sandra m.veinot
copywrote:2003/2004
(in memory of a horse named Musket)
ODE TO A HORSE
FRED THOUGHT ALOT OF HIS HORSE,
HIS FAMILY DID TOO.
ALTHOUGH HE HAD TO PART,
AND GONE AWAY TO STAY.
HE WILL ALWAYS BE IN YOUR HEARTS,
AND ALTHOUGH THE SKIES SEEM GREY.
AND DARKNESS HAS TO FALL,
MUSKET TOUCHED A FAMILY;
AND SENDS HIS LOVE TO YOU ALL.
wrote by:john h.veinot
coptwrote:2003/2004
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I HOP ON MY HORSE
I HOP ON MY HORSE,
AND I RIDE LIKE THE WINDS.
NO ONE CAN STOP ME,
NOT EVEN MY FRIENDS.
HOOVES POUND LIKE THUNDER,
EYES WIDE WITH FIRE.
I RIDE FASTER AND FASTER,
ON THE WINGS OF DESIRE.
MY HORSE SLOWS DOWN,
FEELS LIKE HES GONNA DROP.
MY HEARTS STILL RACING,
NEVER WANTING TO STOP.
I PULL UP THE REINS,
AND OPEN MY EYES.
AND WHAT DO I FIND,
TO MY SURPRISE.
IT SEEMED SO REAL,
BUT WAS ONLY A DREAM.
MY HORSE WAS MY SOUL,
SO REAL IT SEEMED.
wrote by:john h.veinot
copywrote:2003/2004
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