By: Christine Kang

Jerry means more to me than gold,
He’s loyal, charismatic, brave, and bold.
Gorgeous and talented in every single way,
I wish I could see him, but he’s too far away.

I’ve homework to do on this cold and rainy day,
April showers seem forever, I’m waiting for May.
I can’t get my mind off Jerry, since of course,
He’s no ordinary boy – indeed, he’s a horse!

By: Christine Kang

Jessica Dunlow rode at Bright Star Stables,
But at age fourteen, she couldn’t jump the lowest fence!
The others in smiles, could jump liverpools and tables,
But as for her, she rode with a frown and no sense.

Each day she tried to face her biggest fears.
Her patience and reason only erupted and burst.
The others in shock saw her sweat and tears,
It was clear that she needed to love her horse first.

She cried in her horse’s stall and asked,
“Why can’t I jump such a little thing like that?”
She reached deep into her heart and when unmasked,
She learned she had been acting like a selfish brat.

1. Thou shall not bite the hand that feeds thee, thou shall slobber all over it instead
2. Thou shall roll after every bath
3. Thou shall not covet thy neighbor’s grain
4. Thou shall not allow a rider to fall unless perfectly aimed at a stickerbush
5. Thou shall learn that the greatest treasure in life is a friend with a treat
6. Thou shall never judge an apple by its worm holes
7. Water and plaid are thy enemies, thou shall avoid tham at all costs
8. Thou shall evade capture
9. Thou shall only perform thy best when no one is watching

By: Beth Cox

They came from near; they came from far
Following faithfully, a distant star.

The angels all gathered ‘round; the shepherds came with their flocks
Some distinguished looking gentlemen came on camels at a trot.

They came to the stable, where I was already bedded down
They brought gold and myrh and placed it all around.

I had carried the woman here; the only place that they could find
They were such a special couple; so gentle and so kind.

Mary had ridden me, heavy with child; Joseph led the way.
And now I rested and gazed at this newborn baby in the hay.

By: Garnet Hunt White

On this fifth of July, people traveling Highway WW in Jefferson County,
Missouri could not know the struggle, sorrow, and ache in my heart as I
rode my old sorrel horse near the fence of our farm by the highway.

“This is the last ride…” I told Henry, my husband of 51 years, in a
broken whisper. “I’ll… I’ll have on Little Red.”

“Today is your birthday, Maxine.” Henry said. “Enjoy your ride on Little
Red.”

By: Beth Cox

To any one who ever loved a horse:
Don’t mourn for the horses that life has set free,
Those beautiful white horses forever to be.
Don’t mourn for the horses now in God’s hand
As they dance and they prance in a Heavenly band.
Look up into heaven you’ll see them above…
The horses we lost, the horses we loved.
Manes and tails flowing as they gallop through time…
They were never yours, they were never mine.
Don’t mourn for the horses, they’ll be back someday.
When our time is gone, they will show us the way.
Do you hear that soft nicker close to your ear,
Don’t mourn for the horses, love the ones that are here.

By: Sharon Gibson

As they lead that bay horse on out of his stall,
He was long as a bus and about forty feet tall.

When he hopped by, he was three legged lame,
But he had a sweet face and he seemed pretty tame.

I’d seen that the right leg, from the knee on down,
Took an easterly turn, afore it hit ground.

It was clear ta me that he couldn’t stand square,
But them other three legs looked pretty fair,

Except for the scars on his left forearm,
They was big and ugly, just part of his charm.

By: Nicole Buckner

I saddle up, mount, and take the reins.
This is the only way to get rid of all my pains.
I’ll cry a few tears but wipe them away.
I’ll hide behind my hat, take a moment to pray.
He’ll sit patiently and wait,
No matter how much time I need to take.

People these days are too quick to judge.
But when others run away from me, my horse will not budge.
He’ll love me no matter what.

By: Sharon Gibson

Me ‘an my brother was ridin’ way back in the hills
and our horses was snortin’ an’ actin’ like pills.

We’d been out by the oak grove, we was headin’ on back
when the heavens opened up with a thunderous crack.

The sky lighted sulpher, all silver and grey
them horses just settled, they was earnin’ their pay.

The hail started fallin’, apoundin’ our heads
it pelted our hats till it tore ‘em to shreads.

The hail turned to rain and it poured down so strong,
we was sure we’d be drownded afore very long.

By: Nicole Buckner

The eyes that I trust are deep and full.
Never for a moment are they low and dull.
They’re big and brown with a sensitive touch.
They never make me feel like I’m not good enough.
The love that’s in them puts me back together.
The kindness in them is as gentle as a feather.
When everything goes wrong and it all falls apart,
They’ll be there to piece together my heart.

When no one will pay attention, or listen to me.
They will be there for me to confide in and see.
When phases and obsessions go out of style,
They will be there to bring out my smile.