Tue, Nov 13, 2012 at 6:34 AM
my poam what putting into compiticion hopefully i will win it about my horse storm
He is storm
He gallops though the woods
Like a flash of angry lightning.
His mane is a silk curtain
In the wind, though the rain.
Old man but still a racer.
Iâ??ll wash away the mud of youâ??re years. Carry me on forever .