Analysis Of The Poem ' Wha '

“I will have none of it!“ His clenched fist strikes the wall beside them startling the horses across the stable. “We must get back to work before Elizabeth gets home, I can’t have her finding out about us.”

The thundering sound of hooves echoes in my ears as my horse comes barreling down the hill toward me. My whistle had caused him to go crashing through the tall grass and Queen Ann’s Lace in search of me once again. Coming to a sliding stop in front of me, I gently stroke his muzzle. Letting my hands glide over his fuzzy neck and into his jet black mane, I grab ahold and throw myself onto his strong back. We go running through the pasture, scattering wild rabbits and sending sparrows a flight. I watch them fly overhead, their brown wings leading them to rest in the big oak tree that my horse and I come to a halt underneath.

I want that horse, She half-breathed, half-snarled. Plans were already forming in her labyrinthian mind, daring ideas of thievery and debauchery, of trickery and lies, for she hadn’t brought much to trade with. Above all else her goal here had been to ensure the relative safety of those already ensconced within the Salsolan branch of Freetown and to escort those who had never been before.

One of the noblemen caught wind of this however, and sought to chop my horse to pieces and trap me in their dark manor. Once again, I was helped by manor’s servants who cut the horse free and restrained the assailant so that I could escape. The poor horse was in a frenzy as we rode, bucking and kicking at anyone and everything in sight. In all my time riding her, I’ve never had such a hard time hanging on to her. She needed little, if any guidance on my part as she stampeded down the mountain, foregoing the trail and plunging into shadowed mists headfirst. We carried on through the wilderness for a very long time before we were convinced that the danger was long past us, at which point we both collapsed from fatigue.

“Andi,” I mumble before running towards the voice. My full name is Cassandra, after my grandmother, but my parents always call me “Cass” or “Cassie”. I prefer to go by Andi, as I’m a bit of a tomboy and don’t like the girly nicknames. He’s in the paddock struggling to restrain Duke. Duke is Dad’s horse. He’s a magnificent black horse. Huge and strong. Usually he listens well - better than most of the other horses - but thunder renders him incapable of thinking. Don’t get me wrong - he’s smart, strong, and fast - but that horse does NOT like thunder.

"You were very terrible at welcoming ponies, you glared at me as if I was the devil himself. Scared the life out of me," She looked head once more the moonlit field, calming to her soul, she smiled reminiscing "It was like that for a few weeks and then we grew on each other. The look on their faces when I chose you as my partner! They were all taking bets that I would choose Heart Stings. However He was close so, I bet if it wasn't for me meeting you,

“Hello?” Denice called out. “Anyone?” He sighed. “I’m all alone.” He had burnt clothes and most of his face was scarred. “Not even an animal insight…” he whispered to himself. Denice started to wander around and looked for somewhere to stay for the night. It’s a hut! he thought to himself. Denice walked closer to the small building. He knocked on the door softly. “H-hello?” The door creaked

We are to set out by noon, have you eaten anything?” “Well thats why I came in here” I managed to say before she stood up, “Well I didn't realize that”, she implied sarcastically. “We can eat later.” With that she stood up, grabbed her bag and walked through the door leaving me sitting in my chair looking like a fool. I quickly hurried to catch up but by the time I was out the door she was halfway to the stables. I had to run to catch up “Give me a second, we’ve got all day” “Maybe you do but I have a schedule.” Salali replied “And that schedule involves leaving, soon.” I figured there was no point in arguing against her so I slowed slightly into a fast walk so I be besides her. “My horse is right up there” I said pointing at the stables, who were rapidly approaching I dare say. “Oh yes, the grey stallion.” “Wait how do you know that?” I implied, “Oh I observe, people just assume that because I’m an indian woman I don’t really do anything. I think that you did to.” “No” I countered “I wouldn’t assume something like that.” Though Salali was probably right, even if it was subconscious. I did make assumptions, everyone did. “Oh I can see you thinking, you know it’s true.” She chided me. “Oh be quiet, we have a mission to do.” I

migraines, she feared getting up abruptly would trigger the habitual nausea, so she took a deep breath and relaxed her tense muscles, opening her senses to her surroundings. A refreshing whiff of salty air filled the room and the distant rumbling sound of crashing waves against rocks soothed her. Those were familiar to her, after living by the ocean for the last four years. Her lips curved up as she smoothed the soft bed linen under her palms. As she stretched on the mattress that hugged her body, she reached up and tucked her hands under the pillow. Extra soft, probably stuffed with goose feathers.

He raised his eyebrow in interest as the horses started veering to the left. Elizabeth Ann’s face was drained of color

Knock knock. The restless man sits up straight in his bed. As his eyes peer about his box-crowded bedroom he notices a sliver of light peeking beneath the door. The sound comes again, yet more urgent. As Yeager tiptoes his way toward the door, the hairs on the back of his neck slowly begin to lie at rest. “I can’t sleep,” says a soft childish voice on the other side. As he opened the door,

“It will be fine,” Helen said to me softly. But what might happen? Maybe I might fall off, maybe the horse is too fast or slow! Wonders floated everywhere in my mind. But when I met Splash the horse I will be riding I thought he looked really super adorable. He was

*Over the distance we spot a man on a horse alone* “Look, over there! It’s a human and he’s all alone let’s go attack him.” Theo suggests.

“We need to hurry,” he said. “Hiah!” as he whipped the reins on the horse to signal it to pick up the pace. It was certainly a bumpy ride, between the streets and the rain whipping in his face, it wasn’t fun, but this is what he signed up for.

Kaiana's cheeks were chapped and tinged pink from the icy wind that had cut her afternoon ride on the castle grounds short. Her stallion seemed pleased to return out of the cold earlier than expected as she led him into the barn slipping from the saddle. Her warm breath fogged against the air, her pale blonde locks were dusted with the fresh falling snow as she shook the flakes from her head. She gave the reigns over to the stable boy with a warm smile, as he gripped the leather and drew the horse away from her. Her hand trailed over the stallion's slick black fur as he passed by and gave him a light pat on his hind quarters that earned her a soft snort from the beast. She lifted lifted up the thick fur lined hood of her clock covering the