As a kid, I had a horse, of course.  Most children like the idea of riding a horse.  I never allowed my children to have a horse, of course, since we didn't have the space.  Naturally, I did have to include a horse poem in One Strange World (one of my many unpublished kid's books).  I like this drawing, too.  Of course.
Old Ink
Here's my horse, Old Ink.
I've led her to water
But I can't make her drink.
I guess she's not as thirsty
As I think.
She's stubborn
And set in her ways, Old Ink.
She just sits here
By the kitchen sink
And doesn't bat an eye
Or wink.
She's not as thirsty
As I think . . . 
Old Ink.

 
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