My Beautiful white Horse
A poem about a white horse I visited in a field. It passed away a year ago!Beautiful White Horse by HoneyBee000Oh beautiful, beautiful white horse running free, the morning frost melting underneath your hooves. I call your name and I watch you plod heavily diagonally through the sodden mud towards me, steam expelling through your nostrils.I wait patiently at the gate and you nod and whinny as you come to greet me!I give you tokens of orange carrots and juicy apples; in exchange for a gentle care...