Horses Are Stars

Horses are stars, coming out of the barn, Snow white and dancing under the sun, Out in the pasture-Prancing is FUN! Whinneying loudly--voices heard on the run. Black horses shining-with full tails streaming, Manes braided with red ribbons-dark eyes gleaming, Grays and reds, all running through the grasses, Men looking over the gate with high powered glasses. Watching the cars out on the road, Neighing at children waving so bold, Horses run up and down, hoping the children would come, But children stay in their cars-now aint that dumb? Afternoon passes as horses grow tired, Dreaming of corn and feed in the barn, A mouthful of water as weary heads fall, Night time comes swiftly as a low voice calls. "Sleep my beauties-- rest until dawn."