Ironhooves

A Poem By Bernadette // 9/5/2008

Majestically he stands grey
Against the shimmering snow
Wind crashing through
A long tail and mane

His nostrils flare
His deep eyes wild
Arched body laden
Upon legs of iron

Rousing storm
Pours down
The heavy snow
But gallops alone
Ironhooves Son of
Thunderhooves

Comments

Cool!

That was really cool! I'm guessing you're a horse lover too?

Falling Leaves-unschooler, horse lover, and obsesser over writing, reading and proper grammar.

E | Mon, 09/08/2008

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