Hooves pounding
Manes flying
Tales streaming behind
Necks matted with sweat
Hooves pounding in the fresh earth
Tearing up the dirt flinging it behind them
Neck and neck they gallop
Legs churning
Straining every muscle
Then one noble stallion takes the lead
Crossing first to win the gold
I loved your poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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