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In The Meadow
 

Riding my horse in the
Meadow, my hair blowing
In the wind.

Wild flowers growing and
the grass is green. I saw a little
Butterfly fluttering by,
Landed on a wild flower's
Bloom.

I love my horse, and
I love the meadow to. Nature
Is something that is Always
New.

The flowers bloom in
Spring and die in the fall
.
They always come back Again
And are prettiest of all.

This is fiction though I love horses.

No frills

Author Clara Case ( Deen )

By deeny107

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