I wrote this poem at camp

There was a horse
I touched by hand
Her mane was corse
Just like the sand

Her ribs were shown
Her skin so shiny
As the windblown
With flies so tiny

As she runs
the others follow
She shines like the suns
As she goes to the hollow

The others play
And she just stands
She wants to stay
And see the lands

So what did you guys think? I wrote this without the internet so if it doesn't make sense, just keep that in mind.