My Horse Poem by Gemma Heaney

My Horse



A Majestic beast pawing at the ground you stood
As I gazed in awe at you under my hood
Even though I never even sat upon your back
I knew, told the man I’d be back

A Lorry arrived at my gate
And off you walked it was fate
At the end of the lead rope I did glance
As you did a display, an almighty prance

Bright bay 18 hands high
I felt like the luckiest girl alive
A white blaze, four white socks
You were bred from the finest of stock

First day I placed the bridle upon your brow
You stood like an angel I knew this by now
I placed the saddle upon your back
& at a pace we walked to the track

Gently I climbed upon your back
Your ears pricked forward no looking back
A gentle squeeze to your side
We were in a gallop in no time

Through trees & trails we did go
Your giant hooves carried me over hills high & low
You were my best friend
This scared beast that God did lend

This wild spirit & beautiful soul
That allowed me to be in control
Everyday we set out on an adventure
Felt so free wind upon my face
Over beaches & fields we would race

Ever night I would sit with you in your stable
Plaiting your mane & your big arched neck I would cradle
You were my dream steed my beautiful friend
A sacred gift from God he did lend

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