Poetry/Poesía

	Running like he will never ever be trained, an amigo to the winds; running, saying 'Ride me!' with black and white mane flying. He'll live in our hearts forever. Chelsie
A free horse running with gold. He runs like a thunderstorm in a black sky. He's playing with magic; His feet beat like drums as he glides through the windswept grass. And he looks like fire when he floats through the sunset sky. Scotty
As the big stallion runs magically, his eyes are soft, kind, and intelligent. He is unstoppable like a tornado. Amigo is soaring, happy and free - free as the wind. Amigo is king! Janessa	He is fast as a speeding bullet. He can fly with the wind and dance with the breeze. His sleek body races over the blurry land. Riding him would be like riding a flaming comet. He would allow me to race through time. Syena