Oh god this is a boring word. Horses trot. Fox trot. Dancing. Swishing dresses and dreamy men. Eleborate. Music. Country. Boring. The word trot.
Haari
The horse trotted along, pumping the young man up and down as it roamed the fields and hills of the back country.
jordan
trot trot to boston to get a loaf of bread
trot trot home again the old horse is dead
joelle
As I trotted down the field, I saw her. The girl of my dreams. She had everything I ever looked for in a girl. Her blue eyes like the ocean. The golden blond hair that streamed down her back. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, which is why I ran into a pole.
Austin Jones
I was in a trot while tristian was running.
‘tristian! You’re going too fast!’
‘well, then run faster!’
He slowed down until I caught up. He looked so damn fine. His shirt stretched over his finely shaped stomch. Just looking at him made my heart lurch.
Anonymous
I have Trot disease.
I like to prance too.
Gallop? No thank you.
And get these damn kids off my back!!!
Mr. Ed
The horse trotted along the dusty gravel road.
“I don’t think we can make it in time,” Henry whispered to his sister Carrie who was perched in front of him on old Bessie.
jj
horses trot at a regular pace. i learned to trot at mrs roses. it was fun taylor and emilee were my partners hehe it was awesome. one of us would be the farmer and the other would be the horse. we all loved this part of the day
Anna
Horses. I knew a girl in elementary school who was really into horses. Not like how I was really into Legos or action figures. REALLY interested in horses. She had horse sweatshirts, and I think her folks owned a farm. Interesting girl. Wonder what she’s up to…
Chawps
trotting down the avenue in the glass encrusted carriage will lead investigators to believe that several girl detectives have fialed to do their job and become the teachers that their parents wanted them to be. I questioned them repeatedly in regards to the stolen tvs and merchandise.
erika
The horse trotted across the field, his mane billowing in the wind. His master had not come from the castle today, or yesterday, or the day before. He had heard from the squirrels that his master had gone into the forest a fortnight ago, and had not returned to the castle. There were strange creatures in the forest, the horse knew.
Me
Trotting along the side of the street, Annie glanced wistfully at the beautiful dresses in the shop window. She looked down at her raggedy hand me down dress and gave a small sigh. Because of the recent tragedy, no one had money to spare for frills and dresses. Still, one couldn’t help but wish for beautiful things. It was the curse of being a girl.
Lily
you away
ana
Metronome of footsteps,
thumping softly through the grass,
round the bend, up the hill,
into the starry sky
with your hand in mine.
And you always chuckle
at my little run.
Helenn
Bradley Trotter is a BAMF.
Y
you can run, or you can trot. like a horse. horse’s trot. like a tennessee walking horse. i’m from tennessee, too. just like those horses. got dayum. i don’t like horses though. they kind of suck.
brett hitchcock
A horse in my town has foot rot.
He’s therefore unable to trot.
He’s gone to the vet,
but he isn’t cured yet.
He’s resting, and eating carrots.
Lim, Rick
i like to trot down the road on my horse with a big bag of peanut butter cups. in my hands i hold 60 baby snails. the sight of everything is so great i see kids playing and people eating..
Kelsey Putnam
I trotted across the planes of Ohio on foot. That’s what you get when you try to drive cross-country in a car that hasn’t been properly maintained since you bought it. Sure,
Anonymous
Dogs trotted into the level field. The horses snorted and shook their massive heads. Leather cased hands creaked, grips on reigns tightening.
Everything stilled. The air barely tickled by the tall grass whispering when the fox bolted for the woods.
Dagny
During the day hard work hide was trot ing and then flash a mask man cane after me out of nowhere. scared don’t know if its safe wait who are you? what are you doing here? ahhhhhhh! someone help! nnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooo!
hpohg;ljdhsbf;ojg
All we do is trot. Trotting back and forth. Around and Around. Indecisive.
We just trot on the spot, over an issue. Trample it. Ruffle it.
Cheek of Night
walk
Anonymous
I was at my best friend’s birthday party. We decided to rid her horses. I read her horse, named Bugs Bunny. I got used to him walking, so we decided to take it up a notch. I started to trot on him. It was an amazing feeling, because after trotting I could move on to cantering.
mia rosa teresa
I am terrified of horses, so scarred and scared of them and their hooves and their giantness. Maybe it stems from embarassment- but as I’ve told myself a thousand times, I’m not embarrased or worried. Nor do I care much at all. But horses scare me, and they always have. All muscle, all mane, all movement.
Nsdbin
The horse trots through the forest and Annabelle leans in grasping on the leather reins. Darkness consumes her and she knows she should be scared, but it’s not. Annabelle has been through these woods so many times before that she would be able to navigate through the trees even with her eyes closed. Underneath her is the melodic movement of her horse.
lisek16
Mercilessly, the horseman rode forward, driven by the intense pain his heart held from the loss of his dearly beloved.
His enemy, murderer and thief, rode against him.
Weapons and shields collided, one man fell… And justice was served.
Christopher Steffen
Trot, like a horse in New York
Sad, sorry horse. I’m sorry, dear. Sitting at the curb- I want to help, but there you are and it’s really quite hopeless. I’ve got 110 bucks in my pocket and it’s all going towards a new pair of shoes, just for me. Selfish glitter and glitz.
Xiaolin
My pace was a slow trot, as I went through the forest towards my grandparents house. The air around me was damn and cold on my face as the wind breezed through my hair. The forest was aw
Evan
The flowing, leaning stride down
a grassy incline upon
the airy clouds of delight
and thrilled to the heavens
rachel
trot again? to trot, hot to trot, trotting, train spotting, stain trotting. ha! that’s a good one. To trot is to coast along, not running, not walking, but bouncing.
debzella
The horse trotted through the meadow, its mane streaming behind it like the long pour of a dark cabernet. I desired to tame it, to put it in my stable, yet knew that without freedom, it would be but a shadow of its former self.
kazoochica
fox trot is a word that I really like. It’s like foxes trotting through the park like horses with tiny riders on them. Or like the hunt in Auntie Mame, where the fox is hunted and she fixes the horse with a masterful gaze.
debzella
the word is so under-used. you only hear it in sarcastic connotations. “she’s hot to trot,” “lets got for a trot.” but does anyone really trot anymore? we’re always running. maybe its unrealistic to think we can slow down and walk, but maybe we should try to slow down to a trot.
Katie
every once in a while I like to trot out the girlfriend for a little night out.
Christian
Trot, trot, trot… trotting is a hard pace on a horse, he thought. Up and down,up and down, it was beginning to really hurt! He couldn’t wait until his muscles adjusted to the trek and he could start waking up without feeling sore everywhere. But, knowing his friends, they’d find ways to keep him sore well and truly to the end of their outing.
Sagewolf
Horses canter, rolling through meadows, my sun on their backs. Carrying to you other worlds, other porcelains – can you make their china dolls come true?
Elizabeth
Oh god, Girl Scouts at horse camp. The horror. The aching-butts-and-screaming-eleven-year-olds horror. I will never go back to a horse ranch as long as I live. Everybody else seemed to like it a whole lot, though.
Oh god this is a boring word. Horses trot. Fox trot. Dancing. Swishing dresses and dreamy men. Eleborate. Music. Country. Boring. The word trot.
The horse trotted along, pumping the young man up and down as it roamed the fields and hills of the back country.
trot trot to boston to get a loaf of bread
trot trot home again the old horse is dead
As I trotted down the field, I saw her. The girl of my dreams. She had everything I ever looked for in a girl. Her blue eyes like the ocean. The golden blond hair that streamed down her back. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, which is why I ran into a pole.
I was in a trot while tristian was running.
‘tristian! You’re going too fast!’
‘well, then run faster!’
He slowed down until I caught up. He looked so damn fine. His shirt stretched over his finely shaped stomch. Just looking at him made my heart lurch.
I have Trot disease.
I like to prance too.
Gallop? No thank you.
And get these damn kids off my back!!!
The horse trotted along the dusty gravel road.
“I don’t think we can make it in time,” Henry whispered to his sister Carrie who was perched in front of him on old Bessie.
horses trot at a regular pace. i learned to trot at mrs roses. it was fun taylor and emilee were my partners hehe it was awesome. one of us would be the farmer and the other would be the horse. we all loved this part of the day
Horses. I knew a girl in elementary school who was really into horses. Not like how I was really into Legos or action figures. REALLY interested in horses. She had horse sweatshirts, and I think her folks owned a farm. Interesting girl. Wonder what she’s up to…
trotting down the avenue in the glass encrusted carriage will lead investigators to believe that several girl detectives have fialed to do their job and become the teachers that their parents wanted them to be. I questioned them repeatedly in regards to the stolen tvs and merchandise.
The horse trotted across the field, his mane billowing in the wind. His master had not come from the castle today, or yesterday, or the day before. He had heard from the squirrels that his master had gone into the forest a fortnight ago, and had not returned to the castle. There were strange creatures in the forest, the horse knew.
Trotting along the side of the street, Annie glanced wistfully at the beautiful dresses in the shop window. She looked down at her raggedy hand me down dress and gave a small sigh. Because of the recent tragedy, no one had money to spare for frills and dresses. Still, one couldn’t help but wish for beautiful things. It was the curse of being a girl.
you away
Metronome of footsteps,
thumping softly through the grass,
round the bend, up the hill,
into the starry sky
with your hand in mine.
And you always chuckle
at my little run.
Bradley Trotter is a BAMF.
you can run, or you can trot. like a horse. horse’s trot. like a tennessee walking horse. i’m from tennessee, too. just like those horses. got dayum. i don’t like horses though. they kind of suck.
A horse in my town has foot rot.
He’s therefore unable to trot.
He’s gone to the vet,
but he isn’t cured yet.
He’s resting, and eating carrots.
i like to trot down the road on my horse with a big bag of peanut butter cups. in my hands i hold 60 baby snails. the sight of everything is so great i see kids playing and people eating..
I trotted across the planes of Ohio on foot. That’s what you get when you try to drive cross-country in a car that hasn’t been properly maintained since you bought it. Sure,
Dogs trotted into the level field. The horses snorted and shook their massive heads. Leather cased hands creaked, grips on reigns tightening.
Everything stilled. The air barely tickled by the tall grass whispering when the fox bolted for the woods.
During the day hard work hide was trot ing and then flash a mask man cane after me out of nowhere. scared don’t know if its safe wait who are you? what are you doing here? ahhhhhhh! someone help! nnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooo!
All we do is trot. Trotting back and forth. Around and Around. Indecisive.
We just trot on the spot, over an issue. Trample it. Ruffle it.
walk
I was at my best friend’s birthday party. We decided to rid her horses. I read her horse, named Bugs Bunny. I got used to him walking, so we decided to take it up a notch. I started to trot on him. It was an amazing feeling, because after trotting I could move on to cantering.
I am terrified of horses, so scarred and scared of them and their hooves and their giantness. Maybe it stems from embarassment- but as I’ve told myself a thousand times, I’m not embarrased or worried. Nor do I care much at all. But horses scare me, and they always have. All muscle, all mane, all movement.
The horse trots through the forest and Annabelle leans in grasping on the leather reins. Darkness consumes her and she knows she should be scared, but it’s not. Annabelle has been through these woods so many times before that she would be able to navigate through the trees even with her eyes closed. Underneath her is the melodic movement of her horse.
Mercilessly, the horseman rode forward, driven by the intense pain his heart held from the loss of his dearly beloved.
His enemy, murderer and thief, rode against him.
Weapons and shields collided, one man fell… And justice was served.
Trot, like a horse in New York
Sad, sorry horse. I’m sorry, dear. Sitting at the curb- I want to help, but there you are and it’s really quite hopeless. I’ve got 110 bucks in my pocket and it’s all going towards a new pair of shoes, just for me. Selfish glitter and glitz.
My pace was a slow trot, as I went through the forest towards my grandparents house. The air around me was damn and cold on my face as the wind breezed through my hair. The forest was aw
The flowing, leaning stride down
a grassy incline upon
the airy clouds of delight
and thrilled to the heavens
trot again? to trot, hot to trot, trotting, train spotting, stain trotting. ha! that’s a good one. To trot is to coast along, not running, not walking, but bouncing.
The horse trotted through the meadow, its mane streaming behind it like the long pour of a dark cabernet. I desired to tame it, to put it in my stable, yet knew that without freedom, it would be but a shadow of its former self.
fox trot is a word that I really like. It’s like foxes trotting through the park like horses with tiny riders on them. Or like the hunt in Auntie Mame, where the fox is hunted and she fixes the horse with a masterful gaze.
the word is so under-used. you only hear it in sarcastic connotations. “she’s hot to trot,” “lets got for a trot.” but does anyone really trot anymore? we’re always running. maybe its unrealistic to think we can slow down and walk, but maybe we should try to slow down to a trot.
every once in a while I like to trot out the girlfriend for a little night out.
Trot, trot, trot… trotting is a hard pace on a horse, he thought. Up and down,up and down, it was beginning to really hurt! He couldn’t wait until his muscles adjusted to the trek and he could start waking up without feeling sore everywhere. But, knowing his friends, they’d find ways to keep him sore well and truly to the end of their outing.
Horses canter, rolling through meadows, my sun on their backs. Carrying to you other worlds, other porcelains – can you make their china dolls come true?
Oh god, Girl Scouts at horse camp. The horror. The aching-butts-and-screaming-eleven-year-olds horror. I will never go back to a horse ranch as long as I live. Everybody else seemed to like it a whole lot, though.
trot, i don’t know what it is.
I march with my horse, and he is my friend.
His slow and steady trot is his scar,
and while he may think it queer,
to me, a friend like him
can only become more dear.