Horses
Her tiny strands of forelock were as soft as silk,
resting gently between her poll and soft ears-
Her muzzle slightly wet as it began to wilt
For she was saddened and brought to tears.
She had been racing and fell hurting her back hock,
pulled the stifle muscle falling on her croup-
She already had a previous injury in her left fetlock,
now she was separated from her racing group.
You should see her withers on the bottom of her mane,
so strong and robust while she ran in the field-
She had such class, always winning almost every game,
but she also had a problem when it was time to yield.
See, she was born with Quiltor, an infection in the lower leg,
if drastically affected her frog just underside her left hoof-
Her leg would get tired and to her gaskin it had spread,
she was still determined to race, but at times very aloof.
Her coronet was meant for balance and steadiness,
and in her final race you could tell she was prepared-
she was excited and filled with eager readiness,
although she had some ailments, she was never scared.
Words Used: 1. muzzle 2. forelock 3. fetlock 4. hock
5. withers 6. stifle 7. poll 8. croup 9. gaskin 10. frog
11. hoof 12. coronet.
Horse Contest
Shadow Hamilton
October 28, 2016
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