I love the country not the city,
even though I live in the city.
I can have fun with horses,
I have some horses in my room,
too bad they could not come true,
of being alive in my room,
or if I had my own horse,
it could peek her head in my room.
I miss horse riding every day,
but I always come back.
I would love to live in the stable,
and have horse smell on me,
not take a shower or anything like that.
I will love horses forever and ever.
Ella
ahhh..the best poem ever!! I'm praying God brings leads us to the best horse for you! I'm praying for that and warmer weather so you can ride..smile.
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Grandma S
Ella, your poem makes ms giggle. I am so proud of your spelling with it- you got ALL the words correct the first time you wrote it! Yay for ELLA!!!!!!! Love, MOMMY
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ReplyDeleteHi there...HL...HorseLover...I am thoroughly enjoying your poem and can feel the tug of your heart for that RIGHT horse and may it be soon. Now the smells: yah they are there and come home with you, but what would your brothers think about that no bath comment?
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