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This is poems about my horse Sweet Pea. She is a Standardbred mare. |
| Poem #1 Standardbred Willing Excited Equine Tall Pacer Elderly Agile Poem #2 Sweet pea is a Standardbred. Sweet Pea is a barrel racer. Sweet Pea is sure-footed. Sweet Pea is Gentle. Sweet Pea is a mare. Sweet Pea is mine. Sweet Pea is old. Sweet Pea Poem #3 Sweet Pea is a barrel racer at heart. When she goes around the barrel, You feel her pull every thing in the turn, Running between barrels you feel the wind. Running home you feel her let it all out. Stopping you feel her return to herself. Don’t you wish you can feel her power. Poem #4 Going thought the woods, She has smooth gaits No matter her speed But going though the gait To the first barrel she has heart And may get exited trying to beat other horses She acts like a 2 year old Of course She is a 18 years old Who will never give her youth up She still is healthy and gentle Watch out She may run She still has a lot of fire left What a girl she is An x-racer is the way to go As long as they are sweet Like my sweet pea |