Count the white horses you meet on the way, <br />Count the white horses, child day after day, <br />Keep a wish ready for wishing - if you <br />Wish on the ninth horse, your wish will come true. <br /> <br />I saw a white horse at the end of the lane, <br />I saw a white horse canter down by the shore, <br />I saw a white horse that was drawing a wain, <br />And one drinking out of a trough: that made four. <br /> <br />I saw a white horse gallop over the down, <br />I saw a white horse looking over a gate, <br />I saw a white horse on the way into town, <br />And one on the way coming back: that made eight. <br /> <br />But oh for the ninth one: where he tossed his mane, <br />And cantered and galloped and whinnied and swished <br />His silky white tail, I went looking in vain, <br />And the wish I had ready could never be wished. <br /> <br />Count the white horses you meet on the way, <br />Count the white horses, child, day after day, <br />Keep a wish ready for wishing - if you <br />Wish on the ninth horse, your wish will come true.<br /><br />Eleanor Farjeon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-horses-9/
