to trot or not… whether if one trots in an open field of flowers… or through the wilderness of ageless trees… Oh what life would be, if one could trot like a horse… To trot playfully, and dream..
Kongmeng
cute low to the ground welsh pembroke corgi this is how he likes to move trot trot trot can’t run adorable bun easy paced
sol
trot goes the horse
Anonymous
the horse
going across the lawn
to nibble on an apple
fallen
from the tree
little does he know
that this seemingly perfect fruit
is a home
to a little
worm
Effy
At a slow pace, bouncing on the balls of our feet, we waited patiently for the light to change, our breath puffing out in small clouds.
“So then it’s gonna be Diane?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Jill then?”
“No, stop putting bitches on my lap, okay?”
paisley
Haha. Leon Trotsky. I always liked him. Not the things he did but the name. It’s like trot-sky. Makes me think of horses. Pegasi in fact. Flying horses.
Zein Hassanein
Haha. Leon Trotsky. He always made me laugh. Not anything about him but his name. It was like, Trotky. You know? It’s weird.
Anonymous
walking along the horse carried by the buggy slide upon the dirty ground, this trotting was being done by the buggy not by the lame horse, this is a sad but true story. So what do you do when the buggy is the one doing the trotting, and the horse is unable to do anything?
bmouch
A gorgeous black stallion trots across the field. The sun shines off of his hide as his long tail flows behind him. The green of the grass surrounds him, with a background of bluest sky. He greets his mate, a lovely buckskin mare, with a whinny.
Katie
The pony trotted across the field. I watched her. So beautiful, so elegant, but somehow innocent and cute. I smiled. I love my pony. “Falada”
kat
My horse likes to trot. He is a big horse, but stupid. For some reason, I feel sorry for him. He’s a nice companion, but usually, he does things that concern me. My pa wanted to shoot him a while back, told me that he wasn’t a good horse. But I saved him and now, I think I have to protect him. I love the horse very much and always will.
Jose
horse, bumby ride, but funmk, going places, outsdoors bun with a horese the way a horse woalks and gets bplaces without running.
Anonymous
I trot along the road so wide,
While a pebble in my shoe lied.
Clippty Clop I went along
And tried to sing a high-pitch song.
My mane so dandy and shiny,
Which made my mate oh so whiny.
With all those on me pried,
While I trot along the road so wide.
Sowmiya
The horse came to town today and trotted his way to the barn. Missy was there and looked at me. She trotted to the horse. I would have gone out to play, but I had the trots.
X
fox horse box norse norse trot? force trot. to force a norse to trot is not of course a lot. you got?
cullen
The little boy trotted over to the hedge. He peered intently beneath it, one hand curled around his overall strap. The hedgehog lay nestled in the gloom, almost invisible, bundled around with leaves and twigs. He hovered there, his mind teetering between curiosity and caution.
Haelo
Just like a horse. Don’t go too fast, but don’t waste your time. Go slow enough that you can see as much as you can, but don’t go so fast that miss the tiny details. The color of the grass, the smell of the breeze. Just…have fun.
Nara
trot
trot
trot
like a horse?
like a cow?
do cows trot?
i know horses do.
can i?
is a person capable of said “trotting”?
or do we just walk through our lives with no meaning
never knowing what it means to “trot”
Elizabeth
the horse trotted across the field into a pile of manure and the horse trotted over the fence and was free! it continued to trot until it trotted across another horse trotting and they trotted together for the next few hours until they could trot no longer and they had no fun anymore so they decided to study for the SATs instead of trotting. however, after a while they needed to trot some more because they were horses and not humans who study the SATs. wow this is so pointless and i don’t know what the point of this will be. i wonder…
steven ryoo
Trot is a very misleading word.
Jess(Mess)
Trot Seems like a simple word, doesn’t it? Trotting is the movement of a horse signified by two clomps in a repeated pattern. When upon a horse while it is trotting, it is peaceful, but no the fastest way to ride at all. I personally prefer trotting to any other speed a horse can go when horsebackriding on my own rather than to go somewhere.
Angel
and trot, trot, trot, the horse padded on. in the still of the night with the moon shining bright miles above his head, the man kept riding.
the cool breeze pierced his skin with his hair whipping against the back of his neck.
he would be at her side soon.
Jenni
i’d never seen a horse trot that quickly and with such precision. i attended early morning practice every saturday at seven o ‘clock sharp. no matter what the season, it always felt excruciatingly cold and my lips were constantly numb. but this time, i didn’t feel it. this beautiful horse
Anonymous
The horse began to run, free and easy like a wind that changes direction without warning. Soon it started to tire and, winded, sought refuge under a tall, shady oak. The sky was beginning to darken.
sara
i love dancing. swing dancing is the best. i dont know the fox trot though. perhaps i will learn that soon if all the guys i date dont continue always having two left feet or just straight up wont dance with me… ugh
Rosette
Animal kingdom. Horses and Foxes. Elegant move. Sinews not as engaged as in a full gallop. Same for the horses.
Paul
the horse moves at a resonable pace. the rider asks for more. there is an appointment.
seth c.
hop skip run through life
with the littlest respect
for your own and others’
you know no strife but
walking on eggshells is
like nails on a chalkboard
trying to tread water
but some day you’re gonna sink
Josh Miller
trot. hot to. rotten oranges, running, running away. running away from rotten oranges? odd.
sarah
hiya dont noe wat d hel m doin on dis page but heck hu givs a shit….lolz….aite l8as
MV
The horse had not want to learned to trot, and neither had the rider. Yet here they were in the centre of the Summer Islands Horse Riding Centres arena and they were going to learn to trot. Slowly, steadily the rider mounted her horse, swinging her leg over the ladder. Settling in she took a firm hold of the rein.
Lee
He sat on the horse thinking about what to do next. Should he head south to her and have to deal with the consequences, or forget about her and head north? He kicked the horse into a trot and headed south.
K. Hunter
Trot? What? Caught me off guard somehow. Trot….a horse? A cow? Not a cow.
Gahh, i can’t think right now, my mind is caught up in other things, trotting among things i should not be with. Funny how my mind wanders away…like a horse..a cow?
Maybe, Just Maybe.
Brooke.
horses terrify me what is trotting anyway? Why do I want to do it look like prince wiliam doing polo? NO! hot to trot yes no yes?
cre
running faster and faster on a horse with a long flowing mane. the horses muscles twitch as i feel the cold win beat against my frozen cheeks. this is freedom. this is to live. if only i could feel this way all the time, and not just on this hour ride with my
kaybear
beach
Alex
I trot to class. For some reason all I can think of is trotting to jazz band. Probably cause I’m excited to see a certain person. Wow, never thought I’d say that about him. Trot along.
LN K
We rode the horse at a trot through the forested area. Elinda the Elf rode majestically as found the river bed very quickly while Makor the Dwarf took longer and thus lost the bet and had to sit at the feet of the tree for the next 5 hour without a sound.
CrazzyWarrior
a horse with a graceful trot goes galloping across an open field and the rain is pouring down on the grass and the mud and the lights are twinkling off in the distance of the nearby cottages. the thunder shakes the world into motion and the trees bend and shake
to trot or not… whether if one trots in an open field of flowers… or through the wilderness of ageless trees… Oh what life would be, if one could trot like a horse… To trot playfully, and dream..
cute low to the ground welsh pembroke corgi this is how he likes to move trot trot trot can’t run adorable bun easy paced
trot goes the horse
the horse
going across the lawn
to nibble on an apple
fallen
from the tree
little does he know
that this seemingly perfect fruit
is a home
to a little
worm
At a slow pace, bouncing on the balls of our feet, we waited patiently for the light to change, our breath puffing out in small clouds.
“So then it’s gonna be Diane?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Jill then?”
“No, stop putting bitches on my lap, okay?”
Haha. Leon Trotsky. I always liked him. Not the things he did but the name. It’s like trot-sky. Makes me think of horses. Pegasi in fact. Flying horses.
Haha. Leon Trotsky. He always made me laugh. Not anything about him but his name. It was like, Trotky. You know? It’s weird.
walking along the horse carried by the buggy slide upon the dirty ground, this trotting was being done by the buggy not by the lame horse, this is a sad but true story. So what do you do when the buggy is the one doing the trotting, and the horse is unable to do anything?
A gorgeous black stallion trots across the field. The sun shines off of his hide as his long tail flows behind him. The green of the grass surrounds him, with a background of bluest sky. He greets his mate, a lovely buckskin mare, with a whinny.
The pony trotted across the field. I watched her. So beautiful, so elegant, but somehow innocent and cute. I smiled. I love my pony. “Falada”
My horse likes to trot. He is a big horse, but stupid. For some reason, I feel sorry for him. He’s a nice companion, but usually, he does things that concern me. My pa wanted to shoot him a while back, told me that he wasn’t a good horse. But I saved him and now, I think I have to protect him. I love the horse very much and always will.
horse, bumby ride, but funmk, going places, outsdoors bun with a horese the way a horse woalks and gets bplaces without running.
I trot along the road so wide,
While a pebble in my shoe lied.
Clippty Clop I went along
And tried to sing a high-pitch song.
My mane so dandy and shiny,
Which made my mate oh so whiny.
With all those on me pried,
While I trot along the road so wide.
The horse came to town today and trotted his way to the barn. Missy was there and looked at me. She trotted to the horse. I would have gone out to play, but I had the trots.
fox horse box norse norse trot? force trot. to force a norse to trot is not of course a lot. you got?
The little boy trotted over to the hedge. He peered intently beneath it, one hand curled around his overall strap. The hedgehog lay nestled in the gloom, almost invisible, bundled around with leaves and twigs. He hovered there, his mind teetering between curiosity and caution.
Just like a horse. Don’t go too fast, but don’t waste your time. Go slow enough that you can see as much as you can, but don’t go so fast that miss the tiny details. The color of the grass, the smell of the breeze. Just…have fun.
trot
trot
trot
like a horse?
like a cow?
do cows trot?
i know horses do.
can i?
is a person capable of said “trotting”?
or do we just walk through our lives with no meaning
never knowing what it means to “trot”
the horse trotted across the field into a pile of manure and the horse trotted over the fence and was free! it continued to trot until it trotted across another horse trotting and they trotted together for the next few hours until they could trot no longer and they had no fun anymore so they decided to study for the SATs instead of trotting. however, after a while they needed to trot some more because they were horses and not humans who study the SATs. wow this is so pointless and i don’t know what the point of this will be. i wonder…
Trot is a very misleading word.
Trot Seems like a simple word, doesn’t it? Trotting is the movement of a horse signified by two clomps in a repeated pattern. When upon a horse while it is trotting, it is peaceful, but no the fastest way to ride at all. I personally prefer trotting to any other speed a horse can go when horsebackriding on my own rather than to go somewhere.
and trot, trot, trot, the horse padded on. in the still of the night with the moon shining bright miles above his head, the man kept riding.
the cool breeze pierced his skin with his hair whipping against the back of his neck.
he would be at her side soon.
i’d never seen a horse trot that quickly and with such precision. i attended early morning practice every saturday at seven o ‘clock sharp. no matter what the season, it always felt excruciatingly cold and my lips were constantly numb. but this time, i didn’t feel it. this beautiful horse
The horse began to run, free and easy like a wind that changes direction without warning. Soon it started to tire and, winded, sought refuge under a tall, shady oak. The sky was beginning to darken.
i love dancing. swing dancing is the best. i dont know the fox trot though. perhaps i will learn that soon if all the guys i date dont continue always having two left feet or just straight up wont dance with me… ugh
Animal kingdom. Horses and Foxes. Elegant move. Sinews not as engaged as in a full gallop. Same for the horses.
the horse moves at a resonable pace. the rider asks for more. there is an appointment.
hop skip run through life
with the littlest respect
for your own and others’
you know no strife but
walking on eggshells is
like nails on a chalkboard
trying to tread water
but some day you’re gonna sink
trot. hot to. rotten oranges, running, running away. running away from rotten oranges? odd.
hiya dont noe wat d hel m doin on dis page but heck hu givs a shit….lolz….aite l8as
The horse had not want to learned to trot, and neither had the rider. Yet here they were in the centre of the Summer Islands Horse Riding Centres arena and they were going to learn to trot. Slowly, steadily the rider mounted her horse, swinging her leg over the ladder. Settling in she took a firm hold of the rein.
He sat on the horse thinking about what to do next. Should he head south to her and have to deal with the consequences, or forget about her and head north? He kicked the horse into a trot and headed south.
Trot? What? Caught me off guard somehow. Trot….a horse? A cow? Not a cow.
Gahh, i can’t think right now, my mind is caught up in other things, trotting among things i should not be with. Funny how my mind wanders away…like a horse..a cow?
Maybe, Just Maybe.
horses terrify me what is trotting anyway? Why do I want to do it look like prince wiliam doing polo? NO! hot to trot yes no yes?
running faster and faster on a horse with a long flowing mane. the horses muscles twitch as i feel the cold win beat against my frozen cheeks. this is freedom. this is to live. if only i could feel this way all the time, and not just on this hour ride with my
beach
I trot to class. For some reason all I can think of is trotting to jazz band. Probably cause I’m excited to see a certain person. Wow, never thought I’d say that about him. Trot along.
We rode the horse at a trot through the forested area. Elinda the Elf rode majestically as found the river bed very quickly while Makor the Dwarf took longer and thus lost the bet and had to sit at the feet of the tree for the next 5 hour without a sound.
a horse with a graceful trot goes galloping across an open field and the rain is pouring down on the grass and the mud and the lights are twinkling off in the distance of the nearby cottages. the thunder shakes the world into motion and the trees bend and shake
to canter