Horses of Lonely Valley

( Magic nine ) Peaceful, serenity, green lush pastures, Shadows reflected by the surounding hills, Blue granite painted by grand masters, Clear waters, stream flowing gallantly Gracefully timeless, free of disasters, Home of a ghostly herd of white horses Playing their parts like professional actors, Known as the horses of lonely valley, Mares Foals and stallions the broadcasters, Through instinct they take flight thundering noise Echoing around the valley threat acknowledged, Followed by kicking, whinnying full of joys, In the distance two foals chasing each other Being watched by the lead mare with poise, The magnificent stallion quite astonishing Alert of any take over expectancy deploys, Constantly strutting up and down mares and fillies Grazing watching these negative thoughts destroys. Rhyme scheme abacadaba