Diary of a Pony: When Ponies Write Poetry

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April 14, 2016

Dear Diary,

I’ve made a very important lifestyle decision. I’ve decided that it’s boring to just write down what I do every day in my diary, so I’m switching things up. From now on, I will only write in poetry. Poetry is this really awesome kind of writing where everything rhymes. Humans like it because it makes them feel smarter when they read poetry than when they just read ordinary old writing, and I figure I’ll be SUPER smart if I actually WRITE poetry!

Here’s my first poem. I thought it out today while I watched a killdeer build her nest in my pasture. I call it “Killdeer.”

Little brown and white birdie,

Is so purty.

She makes her nest

And it’s the best.

I like my little birdie-wirdie.


P.S. Aren’t those great rhymes???

April 15, 2016

Dear Diary,

I’m calling this poem “A Day in the Barn”.

The humans came to groom our fur.

If we were cats we would have purred.

I got a sugar cube and sucked it,

Summer got mad and broke her bucket.


April 16, 2016

Dear Diary,

Today’s poem is a special kind of poem called a Haykoo. Goldie told me about Haykoos. The first line has five syllables, the second line has seven syllables, the last line has five syllables again, and all the lines are about hay. That’s why it’s called a Haykoo. Here’s mine:

Alfalfa hay is

Tasty, yummy, awful good

And good for you too.


P.S. I don’t like this kind of poem as well as the kind that rhymes. This one sounds just like regular writing chopped up.


April 17, 2016

Dear Diary,

Today I wrote an EPIC poem. An EPIC poem tells about very brave people and the super brave things they do, but my EPIC poem is about a brave pony. The title of my EPIC is, The Mareyliad.

I’m here to tell the amazing tale

Of a pony who searched for a golden bale.

This bale was magic, the size of a barge,

It could feed fifty horses if none were too large.

And this brave little pony, so cute and so true,

Set out to get it and bring it home, too.

And Marey was clever, she knew what to do.

She brought home the bale to her family—it’s true!

“You did it!” They cried as they gave her high-fives

“It was the bravest thing we’ve seen in all of our lives!”

“I know,” Marey said, “And now I’m home to stay.”

So they all spent the rest of their days eating hay.


P.S. I love happy endings, don’t you?

April 18, 2016

Dear Diary,

Writing poetry is hard stuff. It makes me hungry. It makes me especially hungry for hay. Goldie says this is called “writer’s block” and that I should eat hay to cure it.

I don’t think I’m going to write a poem today,

I’m just going to go out and eat some more hay.

(Oops! That rhymes! Maybe I don’t have writer’s block after all? I think I better eat hay anyway, just in case….)


Read more Diary of a Pony:
Diary of a Pony: Where’s Spring?
Diary of a Pony: A New Friend
Diary of a Pony: Goals for the New Year

Samantha Johnson is a freelance writer and the author of several books, including The Field Guide to Horses, (Voyageur Press, 2009). She raises Welsh Mountain Ponies in northern Wisconsin and is a certified horse show judge. Follow her on Twitter: @miraclewelsh.


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