Snowflake
He was a midnight black stallion with little white spots;
Who only let me ride him, but others could not.
He had a temperament unstable, make no mistake;
His looks, not his personality, earned him the name of Snowflake.
Snowflake could out run and out jump other horses,
But didn’t like being confined to show jumping courses.
We received no blue ribbons and won no silver cups,
But out in the open that horse could giddy-up.
I preferred it with no saddle and he preferred it too;
My parents didn’t like it so they seldom knew
When Snowflake and I would go off by ourselves,
Riding through the canyons and the red canyon shelves.
One day he miss-stepped and off him I flew;
I broke my right leg and he broke his too.
I made my own splint and noxious with pain,
Somehow was able to mount him again.
Snowflake limped home, my tears mixing with his sweat;
The look on my mother’s face, I’ll never forget.
My leg was set and put in a cast,
But Snowflake’s ride home would be his last.
Now every winter when the first snowflakes fall
That beautiful fine stallion I lovingly recall.
I have left the canyons and my riding life behind
But a better, truer friend, I never will find.
By, Joe Flach
For Constance's Contest: Horses and Snowflakes
I went with both "Horses" and "Snowflakes", also using Snowflake as the horse's name.
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