Summer Horse

by Rebecca on February 8, 2006

in Animal Poems

Summer Horse
By Rebecca Wilkes

Summer is our time to ride
Even though I might guide
We’re partners now
He knows when we’re going home, I don’t know how
When you’re riding him with grass around
He always seems to find the mound
The tall grass tickles his nose
And then it’s in his mouth, how do you suppose?


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