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Cassandra Teed Poem
What is a horse but freedom,
elegant and strong.
Any mountain, any valley,
with a horse you can't go wrong.
What is a horse but a symbol,
of loyalty and love.
A gift from God,
and heaven's angels high above.
What is a horse but powerful,
no other animal can compare.
His eyes full of passion,
his heart filled with care.
What is a horse but a friend,
to listen, comfort and try,
to bring you the perfect sunset,
no money could ever buy.
What is a horse but a cowboy's dream,
to help him through the fight.
To race the stars,
and the darkness of the night.
“A horse is an angel, with four legs, no wings, but can fly like the wind.”
Cassandra Teed
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Cassandra Teed Poem
We wear the Poppy made in Red, to thank the men whose blood has shed.
They fought the war for peace and land, lived in mud water and sand.
The sound of guns, the sound of screams. A happier time? Only in their dreams.
The loss of lives and loyal friends, makes them want a quicker end.
The thought of home, kids and wives, gives them strength to keep their lives.
Under the dirt lies the blood, of men who fought out of love.
Picks a Poppy and lies it down, to bid farewell to the lost and found.
So wear the Poppy above your heart, to bid farewell to those who fought.
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Cassandra Teed Poem
You're meant for greatness,
expected to chase dreams.
Allowed freedom of thought,
but what does it all mean?
Told to grow up,
stop acting like a child.
Think for yourself,
let ideas grow wild.
The sky's the limit,
never back down.
Trust yourself, in and out,
let yourself be found.
Know when to listen,
and when to ignore.
Speak your mind,
and open your own doors.
Accept what is given,
and graciously give away.
Hug someone in need,
make time to pray.
Love the ones who love you,
spend the night on the shore.
You've found yourself the meaning,
you couldn't ask for more.
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It's hard to explain, in a single word. A feeling so deep, a vision so blurred.
To laugh and smile, feel no pain. You are someone's loss and my greatest gain.
The sky never rains, the clouds never gray. You're my guardian angel from when I
prayed.
As the fire in my heart grows immensely bright, it guides me through my darkest
nights.
As white and graceful as a flying dove, up and beyond the mountains, the feeling
is love.
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