“the horses are out,”

 

 

 

“the horses are out,”
“the horses are out,”
the dog is barking
I heard the kids shout

“the horses are out,”
“the horses are out,”
I went to the window
and looked all about

they were running
and running
and running around

their hooves pounded
and pounded
and pounded the ground

they ran through the yard
and went around the car
they went by in a flash
because they run so fast

“the horses are out,”
“the horses are out,”
piles of manure
lay all about

“the horses are out,”
“the horses are out,”
when they are running
they are hard to mount

“grab the bucket
and fill it with feed,”
“the horses will follow,
to the pasture,” I plead

they ran through the gate
the mares and thier mate
it’s over for now
until someone shouts

“the horses are out,”
“the horses are out,”

 

by Art~
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(What inspired this poem? You guessed it. At least once a week, the neighbors horses get out and I have heard the words;

“The horses are out,”

…so many times, it has become a house-hold event. The only real down side is the manure and the dogs go crazy, but generally they don’t bother any one. Most of the time they stroll around casual like till the dogs chase them. Then the thunderous sound of running horses fill the air.)

have a ‘thunderous’ day

 

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