I ran out of the house in such a hurry, 
Put some carrots in my pockets and began to scurry 

Not there with the hay, 
Near far out in the snow a shadow of fuzz, would lay 

On the journey I began, 
Through the snow and the trees,
Nothing could prepare me

Little did I know,
The further I would go

Soon before me was my best friend, 
All alone, tears ran down my face,
I laid his head on my lap and began to embrace

Never could you ever hope never pray or wish,
To be there with your best friends body alone in the sticks 

As tears wiped from my eyes into a pile,
I began to smile,
As this isn't goodbye it was simply,
See you in a while

Class, listen up,
The comma is vital to any kind of writing.
It signifies a small pause in the text, allowing a breath and differencing two of the same sentence.
Take for example the phrase, "I help my uncle, Jack, off the horse."
Now take away the commas and you're left with a very different sounding phrase.
Use commas!

Horses are dancing

beneath the strawberry moon --


Life is very sweet.

The carrot and the thread are still
my calves and hooves, motionless
chewing on a bitter pill
eyes take in the stillness

A slight neigh to sigh a sigh
the usual sounds and usual grunts
the clicking tongue, a pitch too high
pavement castanet-ing
under screaming sun

The carrot and the thread begin to sway
my calves and hooves, they shake
chewing on spit and year-old hay
eyes that want to take

A step and a clack, forward I move
A step and a clack, the carrot too

A wander, canter, gallop or trot,
Your body becomes one with the horse.
As new movements pulse, pain is forgot;
Nature’s beauty relieves pain from the source.

Silence replaces the busyness of life,
The trees sound out their own tune.
Animals show us how to live,
And their movement illuminates how we can thrive.

Storm in the city,

dashing on the brick pavement:


police on horseback.

Wow! I just had a flashback,
To the ‘good old days’
When there were no cars
And everyone says,
‘Hello, how are you?'
We’ve streamed ahead so fast:
Hundred miles an hour,
But going nowhere that will last.
And yet, there was a bright spot 
This morning, when a lady
Rode her horse right by me,
I stopped at the same cafe, 
where I was drinking my coffee.
I was so surprised, I gasped,
And even took a snap.
I needed that, to get me out
Of my nap, and indulgent life choices.

i will continue sleeping
and the wild horses will keep on running
with each gallop of their hooves
they'll match the clap of my heart
until they trip over themselves
with exhaustion
breaking their ankles
and never rising again