This was just a random poem that I made for my Language Arts class the other day called Horse Red As Blood...

Running on the river bank,
Slipping through the hills hills so blank,
Is a horse,
Red as blood.

Leaving colored tracks behind,
All the while giving little mind,
Is the horse,
Red as blood.

Its reflection ripples in the tide,
Spreading farther and farther with every stride,
Of the horse,
Red as blood.

Sprinting faster and faster as seconds tick by,
Painting its marks on the hills of time,
Is the horse,
Red as blood.

So very few have seen this sight,
Hiding away until the night.
Oh,
This horse,
Red as blood.

But a day every year,
This creature gallops without fear,
This is the horse,
Red as blood...