Poems 5

I RIDE MY HORSE
I ride my horse, tall and proud.
We amble up toward the distant cloud.
Puffs of wight cotten in the blue sky.
Shapes constantly changing greet my eye.
We reach the ridge and its spectacular view.
Of mountains, green valleys, and rivrs, too.
on top of the world, just my horse and I.
Stand proud and just gaze at the eagles fly by.

MEG
There once wass a girl named meg
who accidentally broke her leg
She slipped on the ice not...