Picture+Perfect

This poem is about a horse, and describing what I see in a picture. I had to choose a picture that wasn't too busy, and then write about what was happening in the picture, or what I thought was going to hapen in the picture, or what I thought had just happened in the picture.

Thud, thud, thud, The painted horses hooves sweep over the ground, Leaving a trail of dust. Thud, Thud, Thud. It delicatley moves, like a leaf on the wind, Swirling and dancing. Thud, Thud, Thud. It moves with all the grace and beauty Of a horse, With each magnificent stride. Thud, Thud, Thud. Halt.

The devices I used were Echo, when I used Thud, Thud, Thud.