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poems by children and young horse lovers
remind us of the immutable bond between animals and us.
Here is an excerpt
MY IMAGINARY HORSE
imaginary
My horse is a horse super
He called Fog
Her dress is all black.
Together we galloped in the fields
faster than the wind. And
evening storm
I buried my head In the beautiful mane
This imaginary horse
And if I find one days
Sure, I'll keep forever.
Elina, 11, Fléac
Elina, 11, Fléac
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| The imaginary horse (author unknown) THE HORSE Horse Field Horse Plains Your mane in the wind Galope under the ash. files as you wind You run in the meadows. You love children. And oats summer. Horse hazelnut Black or gray smoke Or spotted head to toe. Agathe Biviers 9 years. |
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| horse galloping in the waves (author unknown) |
The mane in the wind
They gallop in the same direction as the sun
Horses magnificent creatures silky hair The
cheerfully, they pass before our eyes.
Horses brilliant sunset
dream come before reveille.
Cassandra, 10, Rouyn-Noranda.
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| Horse in the light of the sun (author unknown) |
My horse is a beautiful gray rain cloud
grazing in fields with all the other horses I
staring eyes dazzled by the sun
looks as if a torch.
is short of breath and heart by storm
What I feel my skin on your gentle breeze. From a delicate fragrance
ravaging and header.
A windy in mind a hurricane in the heart
It is very difficult to leave, leave everything
From then losing a horse you like.
But why stay, if only to suffer.
I will live a new era as I see fit for my
Although heart we must be together
I'll live in shadow, and one day die.
Celine, 13-year-Plonévez Porzay.
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| The horse in the wilderness - Mirage or Reality (author unknown) |
My horse My horse I ' loves.
It shines like gold.
is a horse white
And I love her so much!
He loves to run in the meadow Or
gallop on the roads.
And in the evening in the barn, I would put
hay he eats
Then he went to dreamland
Until the day breaks And my beloved horse
Restarts the day!
Charlene, 10 years Champagné
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| The white horse waiting for his friend (author unknown) |
You run very fast
In the rising sun. You run very fast
You are the white horse.
You gallop in the wind. Nobody
arrest you You are the big beautiful white horse.
Really nothing stop you.
You are the great king of the plains.
Everyone t'obéit.
The largest herd of plains
is yours, no one denies.
You reign for many years
The white horse.
Nobody did nothing to challenge you
Beautiful white horse
The mating season arrives
Station to you, white horse
Your greatest strengths are derived
Station to you, beautiful white horse.
your kingdom will be completed soon
One of your son take your place
Paradise will be your place. When your beautiful
reign is over.
Chrystal, 16 years Alleur
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| Wild horses galloping (author unknown) |
I slab
says the horse
Nothing
hold me And I'm pale
All the time I eral
As an animal
I play ball But I'm hungry
endpoint.
Estelle, 10 years of Cagnes-sur-Mer
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| The mare and her foal in the meadow flowers (author unknown) |
Pur blood or horse, or Chestnut
Bai
From north or south,
Pony or Horse Galloping
free, lightweight
Bold, nothing stops him!
Courageous, Loyal
with those who love being
This majestic
Trotting,
the middle of the sun
It is the greatest conquest of Man.
Jade, 12.
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| Wild Horses (author unknown) |
Raising Dust, Wind
dancing in his mane,
Galloping into infinity, This animal
embellished,
Day by day he grows
becomes stronger, bolder,
may stop eating,
And no longer moving,
It can go faster than the wind
Or trot quietly.
It is unclear what will happen,
With that being upset;
It can be gentle as a lamb
may also find the time long
They say it is the greatest conquest of man,
Fortunately, it gives Apple
If the horse can not tolerate
The whip, whip. I
concludes:
The horse is the animal that obeys the blows
Who gallops without worrying about the wolves
Who character Variable
He's great.
Liza, 11 years Verrières-le-Buisson.
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| horse out of the mist (author unknown) |
the horse is at liberty
And he did not want to be caught
He gallops on the Prairie, Happy
he enjoys life.
It is so fine with her mane
that tossing in the air
so tender with her gentle approach
Who carries you beyond the story. If
fast with her beautiful shoes,
Whether one wants to ride it and go to gallop.
He has beautiful front arms,
that allow it to go further than the wind.
The magic of his nose,
transports you beyond the birds.
He has such beautiful eyes,
This beast has come a great God!
The horse is at liberty
And did not want to be caught
He galloped through the meadow, he
Happy enjoying life.
Lucia, 11 years Sucy-en-Brie.
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| Horse on the banks of a mountain lake (author unknown) |
A white horse trotted slowly
I approach slowly
He looks at me calmly.
He gives me his head
I stroked his mane
And now
A friend for all time.
Madison, 10 years Patignies.
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| Horses in the Cantal © Gilles Richer |
I love horses too funny
is getting on his back
When he goes too
Or gallop The horse is my hobby
I hug
And then we'll
In his not
Mary Rudy and Sarah, 4, 6 and 10 years of Perpignan.
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| Horses in the Cantal © Gilles Richer |
I've loved so much as I've mounted
And I ' What
still loves the day your heart stops
Mine empties. Ho
fashion I love you And I will love you until I die.
On behalf of your beloved
Melanie Melanie, 14, Charleroi.
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| Horses in the Cantal © Gilles Richer |
I would devote all my time
In this horse so exciting!
To make him an alliance
I would win his confidence!
At the beach in the moonlight, I
gallop in the dunes!
I'd travel the world with him
And I would visit every country
As adventurers who found friendship.
Melissa, 14 years Villorceau
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| Horses in the Cantal © Gilles Richer |
With him I cross time
Hair in the wind
The beating heart
Until sunset.
Laura, 17 Chambry.
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| Horses in the Cantal © Gilles Richer |
You're born with your freedom,
To live with all your pride, From
stallion respected.
But one day misfortune has fallen on you
and your great reputation
From beautiful bay stallion. You
horse you've been abducted
In your world of gaiety
In your frenzied galloping
A landscape so enchanted
That no one can stop a human
Except
For stubborn desire to tame
To make you a trained pony.
The only man who deserved
To have you had with him,
Is the one who knew you back
Your freedom.
Pauline, 12 years Ellezelles
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| 3 donkeys long hair © Gilles Richer |
THE HORSE
I saw a horse at the carnival
Who's top of his foot estal
dreamed his beautiful companion
Partit covet Spain
Its vast plains known as Andalusian
He dreamed of his galloping
And its great walks
But he returned only on the track Or
fabulous trapeze
swirl and rise
As in his dreams, his freedom next
He waits, he loves her .
Sarah, age 11 from Bray sur Seine
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| The friendship between dog and horse © Gilles Richer |
A WHITE HORSE
A white horse's mane A silver
Who runs under the rain.
I look.
He is on his guard.
I dare not approach him,
For fear of scaring him. It is wild
In this landscape.
To believe that on purpose
From him I remain very close.
He looks at me.
I look.
He approaches.
I have an apple for him in my pocket.
You and me, for sure, our friendship will last for eternity
,
My
A beautiful white horse's mane money.
Sarah, 11 years La Wantzenau
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| Horse Show at Chantilly © Gilles Richer |
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