My Horse

His beautiful mane flowing in the wind,
As his strong hooves strike the ground,
With his tail held high, like a ladder reaching for the sky,

His coat as shiny as a polished shoe,
I watch him proudly show off his beauty,
While he playfully runs around,
He pricks up his ears as I call his name,
As I watch my handsome horse trot over to me I feel so lucky to call him mine,

I pat his neck, it feels like it's as soft as silk
As he calls out to the other horses I let him go and watch as he runs after them.