What breed of horse are you? Find out!

 
 ----You Know You Live In 2009 When-----

1.) You accidentaly enter your password on a microwave.

2.) You haven't played solitare with real cards for years

3.) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they dont have a screenname or myspace

4.) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV

6.) Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.

7.) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.

8.) As you read this list, you think about sending it to all your friends.

9.) And you were too busy to notice number 5.

10.) You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.

11.) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.

12.) Put  This one your page if you fell for this, and you know you did.
 

HORSE POEMS AND OTHER TYPES>>> ENJOY

Girls

are like apples

on trees. The best ones

are at the top of the tree.

The boys don't want to reach

for the good ones because they

are afraid of falling and getting hurt.

Instead, they just get t he rotten apples

from the ground that aren't as good,

but easy. So the apples at the top think

something is wrong with them, when in

reality, they're amazing. They just

have to wait f or the right boy to

come along, the one who's

brave enough to



climb all

the way

to the top

of the tree

all girls copy and paste this to ur page

Beautiful as the night

A horse stops in front of you

Then gallops out of sight

With the night on her side

And the moon in her eyes

On silent black hoves

The Moon Mare glides

I wish I could be a Thoroughbred, and run like a flash,
Towards the finish on Derby Day, I would surely love to dash.

I wish I could be a dressage horse, trotting a figure eight across the sand,
Dancing canters and pirouettes surely would be grand.

I wish I could be a show jumper, leaping oh so high,
Over the toughest jumps, surely I could fly.

I wish I could be a mustang, and graze beneath the trees,
Galloping over dusty trails, and whatever else I please.

I wish I could be a stock horse, cutting cows from the herd,
I'd amaze all my spectators, and they wouldn't say a word.

I wish I could be a Clydesdale, and pull a cart with pride,
I would please my driver so much, his whip wouldn't need to touch my hide.

I wish I could be a Saddlebred, and prance around the ring,
To feel a sash across my neck would surely make me sing.

I wish I could be a Pegasus, and soar into the night,
I would leap into the air, beneath the silver moonlight.

I wish I could be a Quarter Horse, stopping on a dime,
I would love to say something more, but I can't finish out this rhyme.

I wish I could be a lot of things, but doubt I ever will,
You see I'm just a pony, but I'll keep on dreaming still.

As you galloped and bucked,

I stood hopelessly with the lead shank in hand,

Hoping, PRAYING

you would stop and stand.

But no.

Your sleek Arab legs churned as you ran and ran,

Giving me no hope of catching you.

I consider leaving and driving away in the van,

For I didn't think I could tame this wild mare.

Then I look you in the eye.

You spun and galloped towards me.

I thought I was about to die.

But you slid to a stop, just yards away.

Hooves pawed the ground and your whinny would sound.

A speckled mane shook as you snorted.

Such wild threats, but I held my ground.

The spirited look in your dark eyes captured me.

I suddenly understood you.

You weren't crazy and dangerous,

Just begging for someone to give you understanding, but who?

The wranglers bullied you.

You struck out in fear.

But be afraid no more!

It's okay, baby, I'm here.

I took you home, I wouldn't hurt you.

And I made sure you knew.

You read my mind on morning as I asked for a gallop

I felt your golden legs move as we ran in the dew.

Now your gone, never to come back.

No, it can't be!

I'll never forget that day I met you.

For it was those eyes that captured me....