The Pony Of Snow

Hello. Here's a quick writing piece titled, "The Pony of Snow".

She's dapple grey, lovely and kind.

Yet wild the mare is, 

Untouched by human hands.

Her mane flows down her neck,

Blowing back in the cold wind.

Few have seen her,

but she has seen many.

She has watchful eyes,

and will easily slip away from

anyone who seeks her.

Some say she doesn't exist,

but believe me, she does.

For if you find yourself lost in a blizzard,

You won't be truly alone.

Yeah... it didn't make sense. I'm still working on my poetry skills.

Inspiration photo found on Pinterest.