Horse of mine – a poem

In full galop we traverse the meadows,
we are fearless like lions.
in search of a pot with gold.
We dare to be bold.
The leprechaun said there was one,
at the end of the rainbow.
I believe I saw the coins already in the distance.
You carry me faithful.
I give you a pull.
After an hour I let you eat and drink,
while I catch a wink,
the gras is juicy,
aren’t you a doozy.
it’s to your liking.
this hiking we undertake.
I pet your head,
Softly I said,
‘heed my words,
you are the most beautiful steed.’

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