[swag;]

Username: .serendipity.
Equid's name: All American Rocket { Americana }
Height: 14 hh
Age: Four { 4 }
Gender: Mare
Poem:
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--

As if with keeness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--

And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those starts like somw snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.

- Robert Frost

[RainbowFinch]

Username: PinkSpaniel
Equid's name: Pangaea
Height: 14 hh
Age: 7 Years
Gender: Mare
Poem:

Winds of the North
Paint her coat
Winds of the South
Stroke her mane
Soft spoken
Gentle words
Searching for her home
Winds of the East
Shimmer on her hooves
Winds of the West
Lead her way
Lost, always, Lost
Searching for her home
She seaks the place
Were the winds meet.

[IceFire]

T.T I had done the poem and ever thing and the site logged me out and I lost it ack i will try to get on tomorrow to reput it on if thats okay

[WhiteWolfAnaiyu]

Username: WhiteWolfAnaiyu
Equid's name: Osłona(Means "protector" in Polish)
Height: 14 hh
Age: 4
Gender: Mare
Poem:

Close behind the moutain's cracked face
Deep within the dark
A cave dwells near to there

She resides within the entrance
Close to the mouth
Watching all that lay before her

Pitter patter as the snow falls away
So soft and plush
She is delighted by the sight here

Bunnies abound through the drifts
What joyous fun
She smiles for there's nothing to fear

Such a peaceful paradise to reside in
Everything is so beautiful
Nothing could ruin this place in a million years

[Jones.]

Username: Jones.
Equid's name: Careana (Car - e - anna)
Height: 14 hh
Age: 6 months
Gender: Mare
Poem:

A wild flower, rare, beautiful, and surprising.
She stands strong and distinguished amongst the rest.
Her natural yet subtle beauty entrancing,
The clarity of Nature once again is manifest.

The analogy yields to the beauty within,
Visions of an infinitely complex fractal recursion fall short.
All attempts to describe implode before they begin,
Analytically intractable, impenetrable by thought.

Her honest curiosity humbles me.
Through layers of warmth, I see beyond her smile.
Volition and intellectual acuity; a reminder,
She kowtows to no-one, yes I like this girls style.

From the moment I heard the first neigh from her lips,
I wondered whether I was seeing a mirage,
Upon getting closer my expectations were eclipsed,
A prison break, release, my feelings were at large.

What to do I asked myself, if only she would reciprocate my affection,
With ruffled complexion, I'm tortured by my minds misdirection,
Neuronal circuits put it to the vote but there is no election.
To divide and to section, to solve with mechanical perfection,
that's what my mind strives for, its built to relentlessly question

The mystery prevails, can she and will she cure this infection?

[Poisony]

Username: ~Xoxo~
Equid's name: Aranee
Height: 14 hh
Age: 5 years
Gender: Mare
Poem:

My body themed on Columbus' found
My hair is dancing around
Could I have wings too
Then I didn't need my hooves
The seasons makes me taller and kind
When the daybreak comes, I want to find
My heart in those rivers and oceans who split me
With pride I would say to others : My name is Aranee

[~Trompy]

Username:~Trompy
Equid's name: Calypso (if name is already taken let me know)
Height: 14 hh
Age: 4 yrs
Gender: Mare
Poem:
She tosses and turns as she tries to sleep,
When a pile of snow falls on her in a heap.
She stands and shakes
and notices that some of the flakes
had stuck to her and were aglow.
Poor poor Calypso,
She tried to get them off with all her might,
but in the right kind of light,
she realized her new markings were special....
They were a sign to young Calypso
that it was time to grow,
And show England's herd
That she could spread her wings like a bird
for it was time for her go and find her own place in this world.

She was once plain,
But now she could be the new reign,
for she was now America.

[typewriter;]

Username: ~*Hedwig*~
Equid's name: Lead me home
Height: 14 hh
Age: 5
Gender: Mare
Poem:

I know this place like the back of my hand,
I may be small, but I take a stand,
For what I believe in, for what I love,
A sign of peace, a single white Dove

I've sailed the oceans, I walked the miles,
I've survived this land's many trials
I now know the reasons, I know the time,
So I put it in this, a perfect ryme

No matter where your dreams lead you,
Just always make sure,
You know the path home, that you can endure
All of the twists and all of the turns,
The bangs, the bruises, the scratches and burns

Find the wings that will lead you here,
To stay with me, my precious, my dear,
Find the path that will lead you home,
To send you back, your not alone

I'm always with you,
Right there in your heart,
Take that first step,
Now your journey will start

I walk through the Summer
I trot through Spring,
I know you can't have everything
So I canter through Fall
And Gallop through Winter
The air is cold and sharp like a splinter

But it is all worth it, every last thing
As I walk across the stars of Spring,
The Sun of Summer,
The Moon of Fall
I will come to you, just give me a call

I know this place like the back of my hand,
I may be small, but I'll take a stand,
For what I beleive in, for what I love,
A sign of peace, a single white Dove

[Keyblade]

She's absolutely beautyful!

Username: Keyblade
Equid's name: Riku (means land)
Height: 14 hh
Age: 6
Gender: Mare
Poem:
A dappled coat that shines like steel
or a foggy mist at a mountain's peak.
She can make the apathetic smile at will
with her dazzling smile and knock-out wink.

Her shoulders hold the western world,
and her mane holds rays of sun.
Her heart beats strong like the bass in a song,
and everyone else's heart she has won!

She possesses a freight train personality
determined and careful in thoughts.
She shows bravery and slight vanity,
both class and sass she has sought.

[Fallen Shadows]

Username: Fallen Shadows
Equid's name: Home of the Brave (Brave)
Height: 14 hh
Age: 4
Gender: Mare
Poem:
From the home of the brave
where every man is treated the same,
She thrives.
Where the red, white, and blue
fly high for me and you,
Brave will stand.
From the North
To the south
Stretching east and west,
She will fly.
On the wings of an eagle,
she will always stand for,
The Home of the Brave.