Hidden Strength Poem by Sophia Smith
Hidden Strength
Some people think they are kind,
Others think they are mean
They the whisper in the wind,
Your imaginary friend, who is never seen.
They are the angels of the fields,
And the gaurdians of the wild.
They are shields,
They tempers though can be riled.
They are forbidden
From all owned plains.
They are hidden.
They are a majestic rain
But they wear no mask, of course
Because thay are a beautiful horse.
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