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                                                                               Poems

                                                         "Let me teach you" by Willis Lamm       

                                                           When you are tense, 
                                                            let me teach you to relax.
                                                           When you are short tempered, 
                                                            let me teach you to be patient. 
                                                           When you are short sighted, 
                                                            let me teach you to see.
                                                           When you are quick to react, 
                                                            let me teach you to be thoughtful. 
                                                           When you are angry, 
                                                            let me teach you to be serene. 
                                                           When you feel superior, 
                                                            let me teach you to be respectful. 
                                                           When you are self absorbed, 
                                                            let me teach you to think of greater things. 
                                                           When you are arrogant, 
                                                            let me teach you humility. 
                                                           When you are lonely, 
                                                            let me be your companion. 
                                                           When you are tired, 
                                                            let me carry the load.
                                                           When you learn, 
                                                            let me teach you
                                                           After all, I am your horse.

                                                                                                               

                                                                        "I Saw A Child"
                                                          A poem by John Anthony Davies

                                                          I saw a child who couldn't walk
                                                          sit on a horse, laugh and talk.
                                                          Then ride it through a field of daisies
                                                          and yet he could not walk unaided
                                                          I saw a child, no legs below,
                                                          sit on a horse, and make it go
                                                          through woods of green,
                                                          and places he had never been
                                                          to sit and stare,
                                                          except from a chair.
                                                          I saw a child who could only crawl
                                                          mount a horse and sit up tall,
                                                          Put it through degrees of paces
                                                          and laugh at the wonder in our faces
                                                          I saw a child born into strife, take up and hold the reins
                                                          And that same child was heard to say,
                                                          "Thank God for showing me the way..."



                                                              "Riding Wistful Horses"
                                                                by Alastair Adamson 

                                                           Sitting here and thinking how
                                                           My life much richer is now
                                                           For all the ones I've chanced upon
                                                           And the tapestry that was spun

                                                           There was a time when no one came
                                                            No friends to play in childhood game
                                                            No one to shelter from the rain
                                                            Nor the adolescent pain

                                                            Yet in my inner heart I knew
                                                            Secrets rare and secrets true
                                                            Were wishes horses, all would ride
                                                            Other dreamers by my side

                                                            Then one day I dropped my guard
                                                             I never did something so hard
                                                             In my heart I let others in
                                                             And found I had a friend

                                                             By one's and two's they gathered near
                                                             Soothing all my darkest fears
                                                             A tapestry we began to weave
                                                             And I once more believe

                                                             For youth need never fade away
                                                             As long as I can dream and play
                                                             On wistful horses I will ride
                                                             With other dreamers at my side


                                                                          "Pokey"

                                                                    by Heather Roper


                                                              I have a favorite horse to ride,
                                                              Some people call him Smokey.
                                                              He's an old, dusty, trail horse,
                                                              But I'd rather call him Pokey.
                                                              He's slow and plods along the rail,
                                                              But he's a stallion in my dreams.
                                                              My friend and I will dance so light,
                                                              In a class that's called drill team.
                                                              We circle to the left and trot,
                                                              We gather for the pin wheel.
                                                              We break in teams and canter,
                                                               As we cross we give some heel.
                                                              We group into the center,
                                                              We're finished with our show.
                                                               I've finally lived my favorite dream,
                                                               How sad I am that he must go.

                                                                         "Quarter Horse"
                                                                    by Natasha Anderson
                                                               My best friend isn't like most
                                                               He never judges me, just loves me
                                                               Even though he aint the best host
                                                               He brings out the best in me
                                                               No matter how strong the competition
                                                               He guides me when I can't see
                                                               When we are together we are one
                                                                That is how I like to be.
                                                                He is my guide through the course
                                                                 Just me and him, me.
                                                                And my American Quarter Horse


                                                                             "DREAM HORSE"
                                                                              By: Lauren Wilcox
                                                                A wonderful horse, waiting for me
                                                                As beautiful as horses can be
                                                                A chestnut, red as Mars
                                                                When she jumps up, she hits the stars
                                                                A deep brown eye, like jarrah wood
                                                                When I give her aids, she does what she should
                                                                 This horse is the only one for me
                                                                  I'll ride her from new south wales to Northern Territory
                                                                 This horse and I, when we meet first
                                                                  I will ride her for all I'm worth
                                                                  She'll gallop so fast, it really is frightening
                                                                  This horse goes by the name of Lightning

                                                                     "My Horse" by Bonnie Lewis  

                                                                  My horses feet are swift as Thunder
                                                                  He carries me away from all my fears
                                                                  And when the world threatens to fall asunder
                                                                  His mane is there to wipe away my tears


                                                                    If I had a horse" by Lindsay Turcotte 

                                                                  If I had a horse, I'd ride off in the sunset,
                                                                  where dreams and shadows lie.
                                                                  To a life where pain and sorrow don't exist
                                                                  And where hopes and dreams become reality


                                                                     " Horse Owners" by Helen Thompson
                                                                  You can tell a horse owner by the interior of their car.
                                                                   Boots, mud, pony nuts, straw, items of tach and a messed up 
                                                                                   waxed jacket of incredible antiquity.
                                                                  There is normally a top layer of children and dogs.

                                                                     "Riding" Quote by Pam Brown
                                                                   Riding turns "I wish" into "I can"
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                                         Delight yourself in the Lord; And He will give you the Desires of your Heart.

                                                                                       Psalm 37:4