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My Horse
My horse’s name is Northernlight, I have to hold him very tight; Whenever he spies a truck,
He very often tries to buck.
We often ride in the mountains Under the blue and sunny sky. When the fall is drawing near, W e sometimes see a lovely deer.
c. s., ’39
When skies are bright and leaves are down. In autumn colors of red and brown.
The jolly huntsman gallops by
His vivid pink coat on the fly.
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At the sound of the horn’s loud mighty blast. The hounds and field go dashing past.
And far ahead we hear the yelp
Of the fox who calls to his mate for help.
So as they thunder past our eye.
W e hear the hounds’ shrill triumph cry. And olf they go beyond our sight;
W e’ll see them no more till the fall of night.
B. B., ’37.
A Hunt
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