Horses are stars, running out of the barn,

Snow white and dancing into the sun,

Out in the pasture, Prancing is fun!Whinnying loudly, heard out in the sun.

Black horses shining, full tails  streaming,

Manes braided with ribbons, dark eyes gleaming,

Greys and reds ones, all running together,

Over the pasture, to the gate, rearing.

 Watching the cars out on the roadway,

Neighing at children waving red scarves,

Some cars would stop and let children come close,

They would pat horses noses and give them a kiss.

Afternoon passes and horses grow tired,

Dreaming of corn and feed in the barn,

A mouth full of water as weary heads droop,

Night time comes swiftly as a low voice calls,

"Sleep my beauties, rest until morn."