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Plevna Public Schools

Plevna, MT

Horse
by Ms. Benner - 4th Grade

Once I trained a painted horse,
I got upon the saddle.
We had to take the easy course,
the horse and I had a battle.

The horse jumped in to the air,
I landed in a cow pie.
The I sat in the back on a chair,
swatting at the flies!
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Sundance
by Shawnna - 5th Grade

His name describes him perfectly
His pinto colors glisten in the sun.
He dances around with a sudden glee,
every time he runs it seems he's having fun.

When he runs you better flee,
if he feels like he's won.
He'll run right in to me
even though he almost weighs a ton
out of all the horses he's my favorite one.
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My Farm
by Kendall - 6th Grade

I like my farm,
I have tons of animals
and work in my barn.
In my barn there is mammals.

In the field my tractor sets,
for it is harvest time.
Who cares about the Mets!
I'm glad its all mine!

Until spraying, its money in the jar,
for I will get a new straw hat
and not in the dumb bar
I will go hunting and get a fur mat.

I sit out all night
protecting my dog,
for those coyotes are a sight
and I don't have a hog.
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(No Title)
by Medoni - 7th Grade

I like riding horses.
You like riding sheep.
Through all the roughest courses,
not getting a wink of sleep.

I like looking up
and you like looking down.
Coffee scorching hot in my cup,
while we ride right in to town.

I ain't much for parties,
I ain't much for people.
Though I am a bit tardy
riding up to the steeple.

I take off my hat
I take off my boots.
I lie down on the mat
and am asleep in a hoot.
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(No Title)
by Will - 8th Grade

I don't like that horse
I like my old saddle.
Why did I lend it to Morse
who just took my cattle.

I watched him buy the plug
from a no-account drifter,
and when we came to the big hill and he had to chug
right on the nice side the rack o'bones biffed 'er.

Now that I think about it, I want my saddle back
either that or I'll come up with a bill
better think where the receipt is, oh, its on the rack
Cause right now he's ridin' over the hill.

Hope he didn't take a rope,
he'll scratch up my redone horn.
here he comes back at a lope
its roughed up! I wish that horse was never born.
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