[j. bourne]

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Gypsy Vanners, commonly shortened to Gypsies, are a stocky draft breed of horse. They have short, clean coats, and long, thick manes and feathering. Their heights range from roughly 13hh, to about 17hh. Very shore, or very tall Gyspies are rare. The average weight of a Gypsy is 1400 pounds, almost 400 pounds heavier than the average horse breed. This breed originates from Great Britain. They are generally quite healthy, with no known breed-specific health issues. The most common four coat colours in the breed are bay, black, light grey, and buckskin, though all natural horse coat colourations can be found. Gypsies are a very multi-talented breed of draft. They are known to commonly participate in dressage, general riding, and work, such as pulling carts.

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Username: Obsessed
Show Name: A Legacy of Spies
Barn Name: Bond
Gender: Stallion
Coat: Dapple Grey Overo
Height: 16.3 Hh

Since this boy is number 007, I cannot resist. Give him a very...stealthy, spy-related name and include a stealthy, spy related,etc. poem! The poem does not have to be written by you, but please credit the original author is you do not write yours. //shot



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Ends December 1st, 2015!

[feverrr]

dropping, can't find a suitable poem that hasn't already been used. cx

[OutdatedBoombox]

Username: Chibi~Predator
Show Name: GHD Bond, James Bond (had to sorry not creative xD)
Barn Name: James
Gender: Stallion
Coat: Dapple Grey Overo
Height: 17hh
Poem:

Click, bang, the shot of a gun.
Of those who saw, there is not one,
But a man in suit, martini in hand.
The one who pulled the trigger.
No name, no name,
But a number indeed,
Double O Seven,
A man of his creed.
A creed of what?
Of Britain, of secrets.

First off, I can't write poetry for the life of me, second off, it's about James Bond and there's a reference to the movie opening.

[jumu]

Username: Lioth
Show Name: Into the Unknown
Barn Name: Haides, derived from a Greek word meaning "unseen"
Gender: Stallion
Coat: Dapple Grey Overo
Height: 17hh
Poem: Into the night I wander,
The dangers ahead unknown
Though I must complete this mission,
Against all the good that I know
Into the night's unknown I wander,
Wondering what villains I will meet
Though I must admit the danger excites me,
There is too much I do not know
Into the night I wander,
The consequence of being caught waiting to blow
If I only could save the world,
Before the bomb explodes

[Ariana Black]

Username: Ariana Black
Show Name: Agent of Black Magic
Barn Name: Outcast
Gender: Stallion
Coat: Dapple Grey Overo
Height: 16.3
Poem:

White Horses by Rudyard Kipling

Where run your colts at pasture?
Where hide your mares to breed?
'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap
Or wove Sargasso weed;
By chartless reef and channel,
Or crafty coastwise bars,
But most the ocean-meadows
All purple to the stars!

Who holds the rein upon you?
The latest gale let free.

What meat is in your mangers?
The glut of all the sea.

'Twixt tide and tide's returning
Great store of newly dead, --
The bones of those that faced us,
And the hearts of those that fled.

Afar, off-shore and single,
Some stallion, rearing swift,
Neighs hungry for new fodder,
And calls us to the drift:
Then down the cloven ridges --
A million hooves unshod --
Break forth the mad White Horses
To seek their meat from God!

Girth-deep in hissing water
Our furious vanguard strains --
Through mist of mighty tramplings
Roll up the fore-blown manes --
A hundred leagues to leeward,
Ere yet the deep is stirred,
The groaning rollers carry
The coming of the herd!

Whose hand may grip your nostrils --
Your forelock who may hold?
E'en they that use the broads with us --
The riders bred and bold,
That spy upon our matings,
That rope us where we run --
They know the strong White Horses
From father unto son.


We breathe about their cradles,
We race their babes ashore,
We snuff against their thresholds,
We nuzzle at their door;
By day with stamping squadrons,
By night in whinnying droves,
Creep up the wise White Horses,
To call them from their loves.


And come they for your calling?
No wit of man may save.

They hear the loosed White Horses
Above their fathers' grave;
And, kin of those we crippled,
And, sons of those we slew,
Spur down the wild white riders
To school the herds anew.


What service have ye paid them,
Oh jealous steeds and strong?
Save we that throw their weaklings,
Is none dare work them wrong;
While thick around the homestead
Our snow-backed leaders graze --
A guard behind their plunder,
And a veil before their ways.


With march and countermarchings --
With weight of wheeling hosts --
Stray mob or bands embattled --
We ring the chosen coasts:
And, careless of our clamour
That bids the stranger fly,
At peace with our pickets
The wild white riders lie.


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Trust ye that curdled hollows --
Trust ye the neighing wind --
Trust ye the moaning groundswell --
Our herds are close behind!
To bray your foeman's armies --
To chill and snap his sword --
Trust ye the wild White Horses,
The Horses of the Lord!

[Obsessed]

Username: Obsessed
Show Name: A Legacy of Spies
Barn Name: Bond
Gender: Stallion
Coat: Dapple Grey Overo
Height: 16.3 Hh
Poem:

Stay low Go fast
Kill first Die last

One shot One Kill
Not luck All skill

(I could not find the original author, but saw this comp and thought of this poem)

[HowlingHooves]

Username: HowlingHooves
Show Name: Assassin's Own Shadow
Barn Name: Skyfall
Gender: Stallion
Coat: Dapple Grey Overo
Height: 14.3 HH
Poem:

Calculating judgement,
Eyes that never miss a thing.
Sleek and never missed.

I've been on a roll with haiku's, so here's one I thought up about a spy on mission. c:

[Boomerandhades]

Username: boomboompow13
Show Name: the ghost of Baton Rouge
Barn Name: rouge
Gender: Stallion
Coat: Dapple Grey Overo
Height: 17hh
Poem:
No matter what,
I will return,
The judgement never ends but...
A horse doesn't care,
They will be your true love,
They only hate when you hate,
A bond is formed when you are on there back,
You are free with them,
No need to be fake because they really dont care.
~boomboompow13

[j. bourne]

Username: Obsessed
Show Name: A Legacy of Spies
Barn Name: Bond
Gender: Stallion
Coat: Dapple Grey Overo
Height: 16.3 Hh
Poem:

Stay low Go fast
Kill first Die last

One shot One Kill
Not luck All skill

(I could not find the original author, but saw this comp and thought of this poem)

Boy, this was a tough one. I really liked all of the poems, but this one just jumped out at me. Congrats Obsessed! ♥

[Obsessed]

Eep! Omg~ thank you so much ♥ This spy boy is seriously fantastic and I'm uber grateful