"The Wind Storm"

The wind is blowing the sand
Horse's are prancing along
some are black white beige
and dapple grey

Their ears are pricked
up from every sound
They are Exhausted!
Exhausted!
from where they have come

Tails -(Tales) are swishing but
it starts to rain
on their faces
like dew drops of tears
and their golden manes

Cantering over the downs
as the sun set is glowing
and gradually going down

Give them an apple
a stroke on their head

Breathe up there nostrils
listen to them as they neigh!

Put them to bed
on a bale of hay
for a new day.