Read our wonderful poetry competition winners and finalists!
11 years and under winner:
The Neigh Of An Arabian Colt’
I walk to a field nearby,
And there, the horses lie,
As I stand there i hear,
The neigh of an Arabian bay colt,
He runs then stops to a halt.
The flying steed ran to his dam,
He curved his neck and cantered in style,
Oh did it make me smile,
He stood proud, head held high.
His dam snorted,
Oh how i love my horses,
There hoof-beats placed on my heart,
This mystical beast.
We are one,
They are me,
And I am them.
12 years and over winner:
A Girl and Her Horse
Every day I look up to the sky and find myself asking why.
Like why didn’t you take me with you? What else is there for me to do?
You leave me down here in a world made up of fear where there is just so much pain which is driving me insane.
How am I supposed to keep living on when you are now gone?
People tell me the pain goes away, but I think it will always stay.
No one understands what I’m going through, except for a few.
I don’t know how I am supposed to make it. You wouldn’t have left me if I didn’t seem fit.
You always knew what was best, that’s why I didn’t really argue with you when you wanted to lay down for your final rest.
One day when I’m ready, we will meet again.
And I will go back to being the little girl whose horse was her best friend.
Jaimee Lee Wordsworth
Trail Ride Poem
Bird songs floating in the warm summer breeze
And the small wind blowing through the trees
The things I see and hear
With the new jodhpurs I wear
While on my very first trail ride
As the horses tails swish from side to side
The clip-clopping of their hooves in the air
The smell of the pine trees seems fair
When our group comes up to a skinny river
I feel nervous and I feel a sudden shiver
But I continue onwards across the water
As the trail has only been a quarter
The leader brings the line up to a hill
And the path is lined with yellow gorse
But with a bit of confusion and less of a will
The horse I ride turns backward and needs a little force
It is a little scary but we are soon put right
So our line moves onwards while enjoying the warm sunlight
It is time to head back to the stable for the day
So our leader takes us another way
We trot for a little while and I find it a bit bumpy
With the rhythm of the horse feeling quite jumpy!
The sun is still high as we walk back down
As not many riders are making a sound
When we get back we slide off our saddles
Minding the stirrups which are shaped rather like paddles
I go with my cousins back to the car
And thank my grandpa for the best day by far
For when I get back home I will be happy recalling
The very first trail ride that I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying
Horses and ponies are creatures you adore.
Care for them gentily and they will love you more.
Change them, swap them, have a clean sheet.
They are an animal had to beet.
Build a friendship that will always last.
Stay with them whenever you can.
blackened hooves, a matching mane.
through the fields, he will reign.
over the pasture’s, floors of green.
look closely. only then, he will be seen.
a warm and quiet, night of june.
eyes that twinkle, under a full moon.
the young stallion will dash,
at the stroke of midnight.
rearing, bucking, running.
soon the night will be winding down.
the colt will retire, upon the ground.
but, the sun, will rise, yet again.
and our little black colt,will have a new day to begin.
The Grey Thoroughbred
The clang of metal the clash of gates
the grey thoroughbred breaks out quite late
with thundering hooves the grey does fly
he passes one horse two three and four
his jockey urges him just one more
They cross the finish line the other horse outrun
the jockey pats his shoulder for they have won.
Robbed of Summer
The young horse kicks up his heels in protest of the leaving, bringing a cold frost in their wake.
The rivers would start dribbling over the banks, turning previously dusty patches on the quilt of his home into slop comparable to a pigs sty.
Days would curl at the edges, shortening time spent in the soft autumn sunlight.
The cold whip of the wind would whisk away any traces of leaves that might provide shelter while the miserable weather enveloped the world.
But in the darkening days with the spreading chill the tale of a young robin will be warbled to the horse as the heels he previously kicked up slid on the muddy ground.
You are trotting along cool as a breeze
When suddenly too, quickly you freeze
You are searching for something in the long tall grass
When suddenly I too see it pass
A tiny rabbit small so small and frail
It worried you because you care
You know I am the only Heir
And it is your job to mind my life
If you do not there will be a strife
Cowgirl, cowgirl going up the track
Cowgirl, cowgirl look at that
Cowgirl, cowgirl she ain’t going slow
Cowgirl, cowgirl look at her go!