My Poem From School...My horse ride

Is a horse red or pink?

Riding on a horse may begin to stink.

Riding past a big old tree,

Riding makes me feel so free.

My horse is short and stout,

Riding around with his head sraight out.

Running like a frightened sheep,

Hoping he doesn't begin to leap.

Do you know how to stop a horse?

It's really quite easy of course.

Pull back on the reins and belt out like a horn,

WHOA Sporty!

WHOA Sporty!

Riding him around can be rough,

Getting on can be tough.

First tou put your foot in the sturip,

Then you swing your leg on up.

When to want to go just simply kick and you go,

You can ride him ing the arena, woods or at a show.

Please tell me what you think

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  • Gasp
    February 14, 2007

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    lol nice job, but you should put this on allpoetry where other poets can look at it and tell you what they think, its good and very creative

    ~!~keep writing~!~

    ~marin~