*This is a poem I wrote about a horse I've been training.
Started without even a halter on her head,
but after weeks of pations she was able to be lead.
Young and careless as could be
her majestic beauty you could see
But one day she cut her leg to shreds
so for months she was locked up and put on meds
full of energy, she would rear and buck
we would calm her down with barley any luck
Finely her wounds healed
but her trust we had to rebuild
the first time she was ridden she barely could take a step
but after a few weeks she gave herself a good rep
now seeing how much she has grow
it's clear to see she should be shown
