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 HoneyBee000 Oh 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...Read On