The White Stallion

The white stallion galloped up with his mane flowing in the air. He stopped on top of the snowy hill when he saw me standing there. He reared up on his back legs and snorted a time or two. Then he galloped up to me as I stared in his eyes of blue! He pranced around me as he did a little dance. He knew he was so handsome as he pranced and pranced. Magnificent and bold, he was wild and free. He knew I adored him for he had come to me. His gaze was like magic as he held me in a trance. He swished his mane-- then off he pranced! He ran off in the wind full of strength and energy. I'll never forget the day the White Stallion came to me! Help save our wild horses