White Horse Cold dark winter sets upon us, And white is all we see. But as I was walking through the woods, A glint of white flashes upon me. Behind the trees and through a clearing, There stood the most beautiful horse! High up rearing! His neck was arched, his nostrils flared, His eyes glinted, And I just stared. A pure white horn was on his head, His mane and tail were so glorious, I thought I might drop dead! I looked out through the trees, But he was gone. All that I saw was a mother deer And her fawn. Molly Murphy