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August 16th, 2008 at 9:42 am
Cool. I don’t really write poetry but it might be fun to read what people have made.
August 16th, 2008 at 2:53 pm
HORSE WHISPERER
By Gabrielle
Of all the horse whisperers
there’s one above them all
she whispered to a horse
whom tragedy did befall
Of all the wild horses
he was wild as wild could be
this horse would stop at nothing,
nothing to stay free
She whispered into his ear;
the sight was to portray
there is no way to gentle a horse
except the whisperers’ way.
She did not break his spirit
she met the horse halfway
and still they stay together
even unto this very day
She stroked his gleaming side
their strust as long as day
there is no way to gentle a horse
except the whisperers’ way.
August 16th, 2008 at 7:14 pm
First Love
Being in love with hoof beats
With silky mane.
With gentle touch.
Being in love with soft brown eyes
With flame red coat
With floating tail.
First love, all the way.
August 17th, 2008 at 12:20 am
Gabrielle thats amazing!
here I have two .. about my Dove
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Your beautiful golden coat,
Gleams like the sun.
Your sweet hazel eyes,
alert and clear.
I can feel your heart beat beneath me,
and its racing with the wind.
I feel your soft mane,
gently touch my hands.
Clear drops of sweat line,
your neck like diamonds.
The only thing thats ahead of us,
is freedom
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The sound of hooves hitting the ground
The wind in my face
Your mane blows in the wind
For the first time in my life I feel free.
You wont judge me
I can trust you
The sun glistens on your sweat-covered coat
Together, as one, we run into the sunset
Forever free.
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August 17th, 2008 at 2:19 pm
Pie
By Stephie
Pie, pie
Tell me why
Tell me why I ate so much pie
I feel as if I’m going to die
Because I ate so much pie
Pie, pie
Tell me why
I’d love to send in one of my poems, but I’m afraid they are a bit too dark to actualy post- at least one is- and they are much too long. I did write a poem about eating a lot of pie. It’s called Pie. Everyone last year at the holidays kept pushing their pie off on me. My little brother likes to make me feel bad by saying, “If your not going to eat him, his going to feel bad that you ate all his buddies and not him.”It’s so funny actually- but it works. D:
August 17th, 2008 at 5:25 pm
Awesome poem Gabrielle! I love it!
KAR (A poem based on the book The Sight by David Clement-Davies)
Poem by: Brittany
He sits alone as he waits,
but as he waits nothing comes,
days go by he’s still alone,
he starts to forget his purpose.
He loses all instinct of life,
talking to himself about random things,
it’s like a kennel, but no bars are there,
for the jail itself is his mind.
There is more to the poem, but it isn’t very good. Don’t worry it’s a happy ending
If you’re wondering what the book is about, it’s about wolves. It’s really good! The sequel to it is called Fell.
August 17th, 2008 at 9:22 pm
What great poems, guys! I’ve really enjoyed reading them. Keep sending them in!
August 18th, 2008 at 2:31 am
Thanks Angela!!
August 18th, 2008 at 10:43 am
I love your poem Brittany! It’s really good. I like your poem too, Ashley. They’re all good, to save me the trouble of saying I like everyone individually! I can’t wait to read more.
August 18th, 2008 at 10:45 am
This is kind of off subject but I was curious, Ms. Angela. Do you take time off after you finish writing a book or story?
August 18th, 2008 at 2:08 pm
Okay, I’m going to try to write a book. I’m taking my time writing down the plot, main characters, setting, etc. So far it will be about four shapeshifters who live in a country called Targya. Targya has four main divisions (a shapeshifter from each). The four divisions have lived in peace for many years thanks to the shapeshifters, but then something sparks arguements and an oncoming battle that may result in the mass destruction of Targya. It is up to the shapeshifters - whose main forms are a wolf, two horses, and a dragon - to bring peace back to Targya.
I’m also coming up with different energy sources for each shapeshifter. For example, Kaylari - the wolf - gets her energy from plant life. (I saw an image in my head of a wolf running, and as she ran flowers springing from her pawsteps) Things may change as I think about it though.
August 18th, 2008 at 3:18 pm
Gabrielle, your poems are really beautiful.
August 18th, 2008 at 9:32 pm
I’m taking time off right now. That’s why I haven’t been changing things as much on the website. I’m starting work again in September when most of you are heading back to school. It’ll be work again for all of us!
 Brittany, your story sounds fabulous! That’s good that you’re taking your time too. With fantasy stories, there is always a lot of stuff to figure out.
August 18th, 2008 at 9:41 pm
I can agree with that, about the fantasy stories I mean. I have two stories in my head, one about the filly of a guardian unicorn; she’s a bay unicorn instead of white, so the other unicorns won’t let her train to be a guardian with them. The other one is about a spirit horse who takes care of all the wild horses.
Thank you Stephenie. I’m going to put another one on as soon as I finish it. I hope you like it.
August 18th, 2008 at 9:43 pm
FREEDOM CRY
Fire burning and crashing,
Within a stormy eye.
The fury in his body
As he raises to the sky:
A loud and crying voice
That echoes to the cloud
His voice is loud and angry
Straight and true and proud
In his voice is a warning
He will fight until the morning
Against those who seek his liberty
He’ll let them plainly see
There is no death for liberty
His spirit will fight on
Despite the pain that is inflicted
Until his body’s gone
Fire burning and destroying
Flames leaping to the sky
He lifts his muzzle to the wind
And screams the Freedom Cry
August 19th, 2008 at 9:04 am
Here are my poems. I wrote the first one a few years ago and I actually got it published in a book of poetry! Enjoy!
Wild Ponies
I heard the hoof beats on the moor,
So I climbed the hill,
And through the brush I tore.
I reached the top and there they were,
Running together in a blur.
I admired their manes as they galloped on,
For I knew they would run from dusk til’ dawn,
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A Stallion in Need
Head held high,
Toward the sky.
Mane full of brambles,
Tail matted with mud.
Wild stallion stands firm for he refuses to tire,
Though he knows in his heart his problem is dire.
For deep in his belly lies a parisite,
And if not treated he will surely die.
But alas! What’s that noise? Could it be footsteps
Along comes a girl from the forest’s depths,
And with her she carries a rope and a bridle.
She lives on a farm with quite a few pets,
For her parents are the small town’s vets.
The stallion knew what to do if he wanted to live,
So he accepted all that the girl had to give.
And now it is over, all of his strife,
With her he starts a healthy new life.
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My horse is number one
Sometimes my horse brings me shame,
EatAlot is his name.
Like when he gets out of his pen,
And tries to eat the nieghbors hen!
Sometimes my horse can be really sweet,
But usually he just wants his treat.
But when we’re out on a long trail ride,
He starts to show his loyal side.
Sometimes my horse can be a handful,
Yet other times he’s really cool.
Like when a competition is won,
He tries to prove he’s number one.
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August 19th, 2008 at 1:31 pm
Great poems everyone!!! Thanks Angela! Yes, there is a lot to figure out with fantasy! I’m using those steps you put on the blog, they’re really great! Thanks for putting those up for us young writers ;)! That’s so cool that your poem got published, Amanda!
I’m also working on the cover for my book, which shows the four shapeshifters in their creature form. So far I’m done with the wolf and dragon.
August 19th, 2008 at 4:54 pm
Wonderful poems everyone! I’ll try to take the time to submit one of mine soon. I’ve written tons. Angela- I’m in a club over the internet and we were discussing our all time favorite horse books. I said that Sobekkare’s Revenge was mine- it truly is!
August 19th, 2008 at 4:59 pm
Black eyes
Heart of gold
Muzzle covered
In gooey mold
Where in this world
Did my horse of gold
Get ahold
Of gooey mold?
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Lol. This is just something I wrote when I was bored, and I thought I’d share it with you.
August 19th, 2008 at 5:27 pm
I don’t have a name for this poem yet. Maybe “The Beast upon the Hills”, or oh I don’t know! It’s about a dragon since I love drawing dragons.
By: Brittany
He is the one that mankind fear,
he is the one that makes them have chills,
he is the one that makes children tear,
the mighty beast upon the hills.
They think he’s savage,
They think he’s merciless,
they think he’s vicious,
but do you ever think they’re superstitious?
He isn’t a wolf,
he isn’t a bear,
he may be a mystery, but he’s surely there,
even when he’s not under your stare.
The people are wrong,
they definitely misjudged with a mind of fear,
for this beast is kind but strong,
do not be afraid, no harm is here.
August 20th, 2008 at 1:02 am
OMG - I love writing poems … so I have a lot, but my favorite poems are very long…
That’s one of my favorite (short) poems:
If I Were an Angel
If I were a color, I would be red or even black
If I were a season, I would be autumn and winter, stormy and cold
If I were a wind, I would be a hurricane
If I were an animal, I would be a lioness, strong and dangerous but beautiful and elegant
If I were a dream, I would be a nightmare
If I were a human, I would be bad
If I were a goddess, the world would go mad
I’m neither living nor dead
Nobody would believe but I’m an angel, destined to be what I am
And this one I have written with my Chinese friend:
The Day of the Lost Blossoms
In a beautiful fullmoon night
Under the lonely blossomed tree
There sat we together
And listened to the silence
We warmed each other
We hugged each other
We kissed each other
And dreamt about freedom and future
But nothing lasts forever
The fullmoon turned to a crescent
The tree lost its blossoms to the wind
And we were gone and never met again
And this one I’ve written a few years ago:
Sunrise
Your heart is broken
Your tears are falling
Your dream is gone
Night is coming
This is the end
But there is still hope
And you will be looking into the sun’s beautiful face
And you will be thinking of tomorrow
‘Cause every morning will bring a new sunrise
Today and forever
August 20th, 2008 at 5:11 am
That’s so cool, Brittney! I am a total dragon freak as well.
Here is my poem, well, actually two. The first one is “I am Everything” and the second one is “Belleraphon and Pegasus.”
I hope you like them!
Hooves pound the track.
Muscles bunch, coiled like springs.
Legs surge ahead, faster than pistons.
Mane and tail fly, streaming like a victory banner.
White foam flies off the dark coat like snow.
Hugging the rail.
The competition is tough.
A bay takes the lead.
A boy.
A stallion.
Bigger than me.
But I will win.
My jockey urges me on.
I can feel her astride me, keeping me in line.
She and I - two girls.
Underestimated.
Understated.
Unstoppable.
Eleven other horses, young like us.
Then there it is.
The signal.
I launch into fifth gear.
My legs fly, a blur.
My jockey sticks to my back, never letting go.
We are one.
Our hearts entwine with one purpose-
To win.
“Now, now, now,†she tells me with her hands. Her legs.
I will carry her to victory.
I would do anything for her.
She would do anything for me.
We understand each other.
The bay and I are neck and neck.
He gains.
I gain on him.
He may be bigger.
He may be stronger.
But my heart is greater.
He falters.
I gain by a length.
Two.
Three.
I am in the lead.
Now, I am in the Winner’s Circle.
A fragrant blanket of roses is placed on my back.
My jockey holds a trophy.
Lights flash. Cameras.
Taking my picture.
But I will not go down in history.
I am not at a racetrack.
The winner’s circle is the end of the paddock.
My jockey is a fourteen year-old girl.
I am a retired thoroughbred.
But we understand each other.
We love each other.
This is the legend of girls and horses.
We can go anywhere we wish.
And always be home in time for dinner.
And we will always love each other.
Forever.
I am a unicorn.
A Pegasus.
A racehorse.
A fairy horse.
A giant horse.
A mini horse.
I am her horse.
Pegasus and Belleraphon
Sailing over aqua seas,
Eyes like burning ice.
Feathers white as purity,
No ordinary rider will suffice.
Belleraphon! With golden bridle.
Belleraphon! With brazen face.
Belleraphon! Was standing idle
As he waited at the place.
Then lo, behold this splendid sight,
The sacred white horse in his flight!
He circles! Lands! With rushing wind
As his wings stretch and bend.
His golden hooves grace the sea of green,
His snowy coat with satin sheen.
The gusts that his mighty wings blast,
Bends the emerald blades of grass.
Belleraphon! He sees it all
Belleraphon! The horse is tall,
But the young man has steely courage,
And the sight of the stallion does not him discourage.
He creeps from his place with eyes so keen,
Fixed on the steed fit for a king.
His muscles coiled like a spring,
His tawny head like a lions mane.
The Pegasus, he lifts his head,
And catches something on the wind.
His nostrils flare, his eyes burn bright
As he prepares to take flight.
But just as he begins to lift,
Belleraphon! He crosses the rift.
He leaps onto the white steed’s back.
Away they go! Into the air!
They struggle, this strange pair.
Belleraphon! Though death defying,
Keeps his head! And begins bridling.
The winged horse fights and bucks and turns,
To escape the golden bridle.
But the Maker made the bridle magic,
So that nothing could withstand it.
Belleraphon, with hands of steel,
Holds onto the horses’ mane,
As the stallion starts to reel.
His wings fold, he starts to spin,
Belleraphon, he sees his life before his eyes,
And prays to God to forgive his sin.
But as his hands take hold the reins,
An amazing thing happens!
The horse starts flying, as smooth as you please,
With no sharp kicks, no buckling knees.
Belleraphon, with his shining hair,
Swoops down into the Chimera’s lair.
Can he do it? Can he defeat the beast?
With the help of Pegasus, it is a small feat.
As soon as the land is rid of the horror,
Belleraphon lands the mighty Horse.
“You may go, great steed of the heavens,
I could never keep you without your trust.â€
He slips the magic bridle off,
The steed’s fine head is free again.
It gallops, and his muscles bunch
As it flies off into the rain.
The thunder booms, the lightning cracks
As the Pegasus is gone from there.
Tears mix with rain down Belleraphon’s cheeks
As his heart breaks for the horse of the air.
But suddenly, through flash of light,
He is standing there, a noble sight!
The Pegasus has returned to man.
The flying stallions eyes say
“It is only you I’ve learned to trust,
And without you or me there is no us.
I have decided to with you to stay,
Now come! Let us fly away.â€
Belleraphon! Leaps onto his back
As the Pegasus flies to whence he came.
The golden bridle falls to the ground.
No more need of it is there,
As long as love binds the pair.
No more have either of them been seen,
But they still live somewhere, in the air…
Where they both reign supreme.
August 20th, 2008 at 12:03 pm
A Stallion In Need is a really beautiful poem, Amanda. I like how the stallion realized he needed help and had to overcome his instincts to let the girl help him.
I’M SO EXCITED! I got my first blog published on girlshorseclub.com! I have to write and publish two more before I get to be a junior blogger. I’m going to finish writing one right now. Later.
August 20th, 2008 at 10:21 pm
Thank you all for sharing your wonderful poems! They’ve been a joy to read!
August 21st, 2008 at 2:34 am
Thanks, Angela.
GABRIELLE, YOUR’E A JUNIOR BLOGGER ON GIRLSHORSECLUB? I GO ONTO THERE ALL THE TIME! I’M THE WRITING CONTEST WRITER ANGELICA!!!!!!!!!! I WROTE ‘I AM EVERYTHING!’ I DON’T BELIEVE THIS, IT IS TO COOL!!
(Angela, please publish this. i want her to see it. I can’t believe it!!!! It’s a small world!!)
August 21st, 2008 at 10:08 am
THAT’S SO COOL! I’ve read a lot of your stories and I think they’re great. I’m not a junior blogger yet
because I’ve only got one blog published. You hage to get three done before you’re a junior blogger. The blog is called ‘Join Up’. Good luck in the competition!
August 22nd, 2008 at 4:34 am
You do ‘JOIN UP!!!??’ THAT IS AWESOME!! I’VE WANTED TO JOIN UP WITH MY HORSE FOR YEARS! WHEN I GET ONE, I’M PLANNING ON DOING ‘JOIN UP!!” (You’ve read the Heartland books, haven’t you?
August 23rd, 2008 at 1:02 pm
I’ve read a few and I want to read more. I think the join up is really cool and as soon as I get a horse of my own, I’m going to do with with her/him.
August 23rd, 2008 at 7:10 pm
That’s cool Mirriam! Great poems, they’re just getting better and better, and longer and longer!
Angela when you write books, do you ever draw a map of the setting? I’m doing that for mine before I start to write it that way I can understand where the different areas are better since I’m writing about a whole country.
August 23rd, 2008 at 7:34 pm
I too am enjoying the poems immensely!
I have never drawn a map of my setting because I don’t write fantasy and usually my settings are limited ones. However, I usually study the topography and other things in the actual setting, especially if I’ve never been there, before I write about it. Right now I am studying about the Chilcotin area of B.C. because that’s where my next book is set. Its very enjoyable learning about new ecosystems and how things work in different parts of the world.
August 23rd, 2008 at 8:29 pm
This one is called “White Horses of the Water” Enjoy!
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Waves.
White as snow, they plunge towards shore
The moon makes them magic
Slowly, hooves appear
Manes, as wild as tongues of fire
Heads, majestic as the Wild Things
Neighs echo from the magic horses
They are the magic sea horses
White as a full moon and equally beautiful
They gallop onto the beach
When the sun touches the ocean
Turning everything red, gold, and yellow
The white horses of the water return to the sea
They plunge deep into the depths
And are seen no more
Not until the next full moon touches the beach
And makes waves
White as snow, they’ll plunge towards shore…
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GYMNASTICS
Chalk dust settles
A champion appears
She’s fought against gravity
Conquered her fears.
Her hands burn with friction
Her body aches with pain.
Seven interlocking rings.
That is why she trained.
Four different events
A test of her power
Comes to not days or weeks
But barely an hour.
For all of a lifetime
Work, blood, sweat
Comes down to ten seconds
One heart wrenching bet.
Can she soar through the air?
Twist, flip, land on her feet?
She’s done it a million times before
She loves to compete.
But unlike ever before,
Seven rings above her head.
Tell her to win, win; win!
To her, like falling from bed.
She runs, she leaps, she flies
She lands, sticks, like she’s told
Not for silver, or bronze
She’ll only accept the gold.
Seven interlocking rings
So perfect, it’s a crime
Now she’ll do it one more time
And one more time.
And one more time.
Perfection beauty meets.
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Here’s a poem I wrote for my cousin Ashley when her baby died.
Every child has a spirit
This one has been called home
As for the special one he left behind
I know she feels alone
The death of a baby is a great tragedy
It’s been called that, rightly so
People say it’s part of God’s great plan
It’s here to help you grow
It’s like a story in a old book
Starts out good, gets worse each day
Seems like nothing in the whole wide world
Will keep the awful tears at bay.
There’s a silver lining to every cloud
And although it’s hard to find
It’s at its greatest worth when you claim it
it will bring you peace of mind.
Life goes on in jerks and starts
Stay strong, just look around
Life oftenties will build you up
It also knocks you down.
This life is hard, we all agree
Don’t try to force a smile
When you’ve joined with your special one
It’s worth it, every trial.
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FREEDOM WINGS
The horse was made of pure gold,
Like a sunbeam from the sunset.
Her mane gleamed deep golden-red,
Her eyes were the deepest russet.
Her hooves were shaped as delicately
As cups made of glass.
The filly’s beauty was one of
Which none could surpass.
With each movement muscles
Rippled and coat gleamed,
Like banners in a tempestuous wind,
Mane and tail streamed.
A cry echoed from her throat,
Her prized beauty to flaunt;
The dreams of her hunters
Forever her cry would haunt.
The filly was called Freedom
And forever she had flown
From the warm day of her birth,
To the day she was grown
She was the essence of beauty,
The spirit of the wild things
She galloped straight into the clouds
And gave Freedom wings.
August 23rd, 2008 at 9:03 pm
Beautiful poems, Gabrielle. That’s so sad about your cousin.
August 23rd, 2008 at 9:07 pm
WILD THINGS
There is a place in the sky
Near the middle of the sunrise
Where the spirits of the pure at heart
Live when their body dies.
In colors of gold, red, silver
With wings made of white gold
They are the magical Wild Things
Brave, true, magnificent, bold
The wildest of the Wild Things
Mighty Saber, the Stallion of Flight
He gallops, mane and tail streaming,
Through the sky in dark of night.
His sister rules the red dawn
Bellalyse, the Loyal Red Mare
Her coat, as red as the setting sun
Brings dawn from here to there.
Guardian of All That Sails on Wind,
Jade’s tail is the clouds floating by
The mare’s hooves bring thunder, storms
Her eyes, stars, stud the velvet sky
Troy, the charismatic blue stallion
He lives in the depths of the waves
The exception, rescuing drowning souls
The depths is where he stays
The magical horses, the Wild Things
Live in the place where sun meets earth
Wild Things guard things wild at heart
Each one its weight in gold is worth.
August 24th, 2008 at 10:36 am
Beautiful, Gabrielle!
August 24th, 2008 at 12:22 pm
Angela, you said your next book will be set in Chilcotin in B.C. Is it a Horse Angel book?
August 24th, 2008 at 8:04 pm
No, its a new series about a girl who can understand the wild horses of the Chilcotin. That brings her many adventures, plus she is trying to solve the puzzle of why her mom and her are trying to stay hidden in the bush. What is her mom running away from? Its a whole series of eight books, at least. I will start the first one in September and can’t wait. It’ll be fun to work on a new series. The series is called Whinnies on the Wind and the first book is called The Winter of the Crystal Dances.
August 24th, 2008 at 8:35 pm
That’s a really cool title. I can’t wait until the book comes out!
August 24th, 2008 at 8:37 pm
Mirriam, how old are you and do you live in Tennessee? I promised my sister I’d ask because she thinks she knows you.
August 25th, 2008 at 3:53 am
Um, no, but I’m 14 and live in Georgia. Hey, do you want to email? That could be fun!
August 25th, 2008 at 7:36 am
Hey, Gabrielle! I was just reading in the ’short stories’ blog the rest of the comments that I didn’t get to finish, and I’m homeschooled and in 9th grade, too! I also love reading and writing! I would definately die of boredom if reading was outlawed!
August 25th, 2008 at 10:23 am
I don’t have an email but maybe we could write to each other, if you don’t mind that.
August 25th, 2008 at 11:34 am
I’m 14, homeschooled, in 9th grade, and I live in Georgia too! Its a small world!
August 25th, 2008 at 12:33 pm
I’m from Tennessee
I used to have relatives in Georgia, though. Mirriam, I just read your peom “Follow Magic” on girlshorseclub and it’s really awesome.
August 25th, 2008 at 1:52 pm
That sounds like a really cool series, Angela! I can’t wait to read it!
I live in Tennessee! I love it here! The mountains are soooo beautiful! I would never move anywhere else in the world! Well, Wyoming sounds pretty cool, too.
August 25th, 2008 at 1:57 pm
THE BATTLE HORSES
By the faint light of the moon
The moon and a star
I saw light in the distance
Hoofbeats sounding from afar
Hoofbeats pounding, steady and strong
As comforting as my beating heart
But deep, deep down in my hear I know
These hoofbeats aren’t meant as a song
Instead, they sound as a warning
Of a battle surely to come
The women will cry out in mourning
The men will be struck dumb
But oh! The beautiful horses
Many lives will surely be lost
The beautiful, gentle horses
This battle will have a fearful cost
So many simple lives to be lost
On the morrow they’ll no longer be here
All the animals, women, men
Even the children they hold dear
But my heart lies with the horses
So beautiful! so true!
When the terrible battle is over
There will be but precious few
But if I call a warning
And my people slip away
With the coming of the morning
They’ll have lived another day
I go quickly to warn my people
The horses’ lives at stake
The hoofbeats pounding steadily
Stay far back in my wake.
The horses’ lives will be saved
They can gallop many more times
Deep in my heart of hearts
I wish one of them was mine.
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I just found this poem that I wrote a long time ago. I forgot I had it:
MY HEART
Pain showed in sad brown eyes
As the trailer pulled away.
Goodbye, beauty, I whispered.
I wish that you could stay.
My wonderful, precious horse
My lifelong confidant, friend
Our life together was pure bliss
Is there no sadder way to end?
A rainy night, a feverish horse
Combined, makes a deadly recipe
I tried so hard to save her
The pouring rain alone heard my plea.
I like to imagine that her spirit
Has flown to the place in the sunrise
She’s in a happier place right now
Not listening to my sad goodbyes.
Every time I wonder about her
I look up to the big blue sky
Never again will I ever doubt
I know her heart was mine.
August 26th, 2008 at 6:44 am
That is beautiful! Gabrielle, I would love to write you! Angela, can we swap addresses?
p.s. Angela, I love the name ‘Winter of the Crystal Dances.” It makes me think of icicles and crystals and snow and magic…somebody, bring me hot chocolate pronto!!
August 26th, 2008 at 6:47 am
Gabrielle, thanks for liking my stories and poems! That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy… :DÂ
August 26th, 2008 at 6:54 am
Here’s another poem, inspired by you, Gabrielle!
White Water Horse
Sapphire blue,
Snowy white,
The water horse prances,
Out of sight.
It whirls through the sea,
Plunges into the ocean,
It whispers ‘follow me…’
And you’d have to have a potion
Not to follow it
To be able to resist.
Your feet walk down the beach,
The water laps your ankles.
The sea washes away your footprints…
No one will ever know.
The spindrift wets your hair,
The foamy waves wash over you.
You can’t breath, you give no thought,
You just follow, that’s what you do.
It doesn’t matter what you were taught.
A arched white neck,
A mane like spun crystal
Eyes like silver seawater…
Tail like flaxen foam.
Hooves like silver sand, leaving no prints ever.
You reach out, you see it…
You touch nothing.
You are never heard from again.
That is the legend
Of the white water horse
August 26th, 2008 at 12:57 pm
That is so cool, Mirriam. I love it! I’ll ask my mom if we can swap addresses and get back to you ASAP.
August 26th, 2008 at 1:00 pm
Oops! Sorry Mirriam and Gabrielle. I sent out an email with Gabrielle’s wrong email addresses, since she doesn’t have one.
If either of you want, you can send me your mailing addresses through the blog. I won’t put them on the blog for anyone to see, but will just write them down and then delete the messages. Then I’ll send each of you the other’s mailing address, okay?
August 26th, 2008 at 1:16 pm
Hey, Amanda, I’ll email you, too! If you have an email address!! Do you want to?
August 26th, 2008 at 1:32 pm
Sounds good to me. I’ll talk to my mom right away.
August 26th, 2008 at 5:01 pm
Cool, Gabrielle! I can’t wait! *bounces up and down*
August 26th, 2008 at 5:47 pm
I just found out another one of my blogs is going to be posted on girlshorseclub. I only need one more and then I’ll be a junior blogger!!! Wish me luck.
August 27th, 2008 at 9:57 am
I haven’t talked to my Mom yet (she works a lot) but I had to say, our two poems (White Horses of The Water & White Water Horse) are about to get posted on girlshorseclub!!! And on the same day, too!
August 27th, 2008 at 9:59 am
Amanda, I can’t remember but did you say your a member of girlshorseclub, too? If you are, I’ll be watching for your stuff!
August 27th, 2008 at 3:30 pm
I’m on Girls Horse Club Too! I wrote True to Topaz.
Good luck Gabrielle - I want to be a junior blogger too but I’ve had to little computer access to publish my blogs.
Hey Mirriam- how have you been?
August 28th, 2008 at 7:44 am
No, but I have been on their site before. I’ve been meaning to sign up but I keep forgeting.
August 31st, 2008 at 9:43 am
Okay, I finally joined girlshorseclub.com! I’m HorseAngel05.
September 3rd, 2008 at 4:09 pm
Yay! I’m going to look for English riding lessons, so I can learn english! I’ve never ridden English before! I can’t wait! There are quite a few places around here that do english lessons. It’ll be so much fun!
September 6th, 2008 at 5:46 pm
All done!
I have a lesson scheduled for next Wed.! And on Monday I’m going there to watch a vaulting class with the 4-H horse club, that should be pretty cool!
September 7th, 2008 at 9:14 am
How fun, Brittany! And the vaulting should be very interesting too.
September 8th, 2008 at 11:13 am
When will you announce the winners for the quiz, Angela?
September 8th, 2008 at 11:16 am
Gabrielle, I’ve been voting for your story!!
September 9th, 2008 at 1:18 pm
Here is my poem, its about foals:
You are tiny, yet big.
Your feet are soft, yet strong.
Your fur is black, but white, one day.
And your mother greets you:
Welcome to the world, little foal.
Well, it doesn’t rhyme, but still.
Last week our school (the whole 10. grade) went to Germany to see the concentration camps, and learn about the second world war. It was very interesting, but we heard about many horrible things that made us all shiver and want to cry. If you guys know a bit about the war, which I am sure most of you do, and maybe you have been to the concentration camps and seen what we saw, then you understand what I mean. This made me think of another idea for a poem:
So many,
So much suffering
they gave what they had,
to stay alive,
All of their stories makes me so sad.
Did they smile, the ones who did this to them,
Did they show any mercy at all?
What happens
When hope is the last thing you have,
And the sorrow, when you see your friend fall?
Well, I don’t think I will become any great poet, lol.
but I hope you like them.
September 11th, 2008 at 7:49 am
Anne-Line, thanks so much for sending in your poems. The one about the war was so sad. I haven’t seen the concentration camps but have read books that have told of terrible things. Even though I’m sure it wouldn’t be fun, I would like to go to the concentration camps someday. Its good to remember the evil that people are capable of, because maybe then we won’t let it ever happen again.
September 11th, 2008 at 7:51 am
Mirriam, I’m not sure when I’ll announce the winners for the quiz. I have a really busy month this month and next month looks just as busy! I need an assistant!
My apologies too for not being on the blog very much lately. Actually, I’ll go right now and write a new post about that…
September 11th, 2008 at 8:54 am
Woohoo! GO, ANNE-LINE! YOur poems may not rhyme, but they have lots of feeling. Keep it up! Hey, you should write Haikus, I bet you’d be good at that!
September 11th, 2008 at 1:32 pm
Thank you so much, Mirriam
! I’m afraid I dont know mutch about Haikus. I may try, just for fun out of what I remember:
I can’t write haiku
Its hard to know how they’re built
But maybe one day
LOL
But my favourite form of poems, are limerics:
A little black pony called Joe
was short sighted, and didn’t know.
He put his head
in a hayball and said:
“This straw hat fits me like a glove!”
September 11th, 2008 at 2:06 pm
LOL! I love your limeric!
Here’s a silly one from me:
There once was a horse nicknamed Rie (Orion)
Who used green fields for a slide
She started to run
Then sat on her bum
And skimmed along for a ride
Anyone else?
September 13th, 2008 at 11:28 am
LOL! I love the limerics!
September 14th, 2008 at 7:04 pm
There was a roan pony named Gaye
Her buddy, Gerrard, pulled a dray
Gaye loved making trouble
with her mischievous double
(SUGGESTION)Be far away when they play
Mirriam, I’m sorry I haven’t answered you! I’m still working on my Mom. I think she thinks I have enough penpals already
I’ll let you know what happens soon!
September 14th, 2008 at 9:47 pm
Good one, Gabrielle!
September 15th, 2008 at 4:43 am
Okay, Gabrielle! Hey, Amanda? I tried to email you, but the email didn’t go through!!
September 15th, 2008 at 7:26 am
Here’s mine,
There was was a horse-riding chap,
Who went for a ride in a cold snap.
He stopped in the snow,
And wouldn’t you know,
His bum was as numb as his lap!
September 15th, 2008 at 2:24 pm
Lol,yeah, that was a funny one! Here is another one from me, for Angela, I hope you like it, its about your childhood horse:
I once had a horse named Ben
He always was such a good friend
He brings me away
to my dreams, and one day
I hope I will see him again
September 15th, 2008 at 10:57 pm
I love the limerics, everyone. Anne-Line, thank you for writing one for Ben! He was a very good friend and I wish I could read your limeric to him!
September 16th, 2008 at 1:44 pm
Mist Mare
By: Katherine
She walks along the windy shore with no one to guide her she is blinded by the fog beside her for she is a ghost so lonely is she but then she hears a call from he “this way†this way†she hears from him she runs through that place of fear and then realizes that she is not alone as she sees her herd running behind her
September 16th, 2008 at 6:21 pm
Cool prose poem, Katherine!
September 19th, 2008 at 6:40 am
Beautiful, Katherine!
October 1st, 2008 at 8:31 am
Oh! That horses could cry
if only she could take refuge in tears
but sadly she walks along the beach
she wishes for freedom
for happiness
for friends
all of these things are out of her reach
a neigh echoes and a hawk soars
maybe it is taking her silent cry
to more sympathetic ears
maybe it has
it begins to rain
the raindrops on the horse’s face
are like the tears she will never cry
October 23rd, 2008 at 8:51 am
keeeewwwwl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whazzup w/ ur mom now, Gabi? (Is that your nickname? It’s cute!)