I can really bust a move when I am listening to Trot.
Kelly
The horse trotted across the field. The wind blowing through it’s mane. It was such a beautiful horse. Chestnut colored with black mane and a white star on it’s face. Truly a thing of beauty.
Irene
Cimmaron: The Spirit Horse. Or some shit like that, I was sitting with my little cousins during Thanksgiving last year, and that was the bit of cinematic gold we picked for our hour of free time, between stuffing ourselves with food and football. For some reason, my parents never considered conceiving me when all my aunts and uncles were doing the same thing, thus ensuring I would have an endless supply of playmates while growing up. Instead, I was born in 1991, while everyone else decided to mutilate their wombs at least nine or ten years later. So no “Shaun of the Dead” for us kiddies.
James Rhoades
As me an my scottie dog fluffy trot along the side walk we smell a cool breeze from the lake, its intoxicating. How i love the smell of that cool breeze.
Paige
to go quickly and go on a horse and it is not quite a run but not quite a walk either. it is quite a strange way to travel
Anonymous
I trot along in the cool breeze that is fall. The leaves are changing and the smell of the horse and crisp air fills my nostrils. The sun begins to come out and it’s going to be a wonderful day!
Laura Kelley
trot your ass on out of hear ya, hippy! this ain’t that kind of establishment. You people don’t know how good we got it here & this stupid i need a new word
Anonymous
As my greyhound and I trotted down the sidewalk we noticed an octogenarian selling cheese curls to a person that was not there. It was quite cute and clever to watch the dialogue between a person and air. Reminds me of every day when I wake.
John W- Los Angeles
I once won $483 at a trot race in upstate NY. I thought it would be boring, but it was quite in fact interesting to watch the horses trot with the carriage behind them and the “jockey” hmmmm
JanA
The horse trots, my dog trots. I’ve seen people trot. Trotting sounds pompous in a way. I’ve never seen a cat trot, even though cats are the proudest of all. I’ve tried trotting. It’s fun
Femke
OMG what in the world is a trot? I mean what the mokey kind of word is trot? I mean is it like the boy trotted through the forest? this is stupid I hate this.
DBEAR94
The idea that she could simply trot in here and act like she owned the place, bothered me to no end.
Just who did she think she was? It would all prove to be nothing in the end. She was going to win.. for now.
Laura
as i sat in the field, i saw the lonely black horse trot passed me. he seemed to have found some luck today. yesterday he was so down… but today he seemed happier.
then i saw what he was trotting to, a beautiful white horse.
erinn
I trotted through the dark and dense forest, calling out to my little brother. I cried as I ran, the tears dripping onto the ground. I was afraid that if I stopped chasing, he would be gone forever.
Nikki
A brown, stallion trotted over to the trough to have a drink. Its main blowing in the breeze. The strong muscles rippling. Scotty was its name and he was only four years old. But he didn’t look it — owning the ring and putting to disgrace all the other Mares, Clydesdale, Pintos and the like; and his owner took pride in his abilities: rearing on command and able to break into a run, stopping on a dime — he should have been born a Greyhound.
Gouldin Lion
The uppity horses trotted capriciously up Violin Road. Sancho Panza stood hunched at a bar on the corner, watching them with disdain. He was on his fifth cerveza. “I’m gonna steal that white one, yessir,” he thought. He finished his last gulp of beer and wiped his face greedily with his sleep. “Madremia!” he cried, to surprise the horses. “Que bonita eres!” The black horse glared at Sancho and told the white one to run, but the white one stood frozen with fear. Sancho laughed maniacally and jumped on her back in one swift motion. “HYAAAHH!!!”
lissa
trit trot, the pony went up to the fence, greedily snatching up the apple offered by the little boy standing there.
Annie
o trot, to canter, to gallop all things horses can do ! but people can do more on horses :P to do ‘it’ on horseback is the most fun and intense way the ‘feelings’ are top notch , you really feel the beautiful heavy pulsation talk about love!
HOPE
She was beautiful. The way she rode the philly as the they trotted around the dirt track. It was as if she was an extension of the horse, a Greek mythology centaur of sorts. I couldn’t stop staring.
cray
horses trot and it makes a noise that goes clack clack clack. through grass or snow or dirt or sand or clouds or anything you can imagine.
jen
I like to trot along with a horse in a clear and beautiful meadow. It is so lovely out. The air is crisp and it feels like the beginnings of fall. Wonderful is all that is needed to describe this one thing. Trotting along.
Anonymous
as i trot down the street i saw an amazing thing comming my way it was so crazy weird and it trotted back to me
Anonymous
The horse’s trot was slow and steady, and atop, a dark haired girl bobbed along with a look of distinct horror on her face. Everyone had told her the best way to get over her fears would be to get back on the horse, but what a cliche this was. Not only was this adventure not helping in the slightest, but it was hindering the enjoyment of her rest of the day due to an elevating heart-rate and a growing desire to scream.
My Manic
I hated situations like this. Those times when you can’t help but judge someone based on something so incredibly trivial. I wanted to ignore the tiny dog trotting at her feet, so smug in its little red sweater, but it was now irreversibly focused in my mind. She’d seemed so perfect just one week ago, and now, it was back to square one.
KB
If your hot to trot, or cool cat not, come hang out at my daddy’s spot!
Oh, Pokemon~ <3
Anonymous
The clopping of horse hooves against the gravel path resonated deeply, it’s constant beat a contrast with the bright fall of fast rain, and in synch with the rhythmic beating of my heart. My nerves were getting the best of me, I could hear my heart beat to match the pace of the rain rather than the clopping, now. I tugged at the frosty zipper of my rain coat, pulling it towards my chin, and made my way out in to the rain.
emma
happy. horses trot. they look effortless. but it takes effort. it takes skill to trot. seems like a good day to trot.
sh
Too hot to trot as the clich
Anonymous
trot does this mean to move. Like the horse trots down the street. Or is it the past tense of trout.
Max
I trotted of to work one day. On my horse, the horse I used to ride as a kid at my uncles farm. I rode a few horses there….Toby, Stub, Savannah. My
Rebecca
hot to trot. trotting horses. to trot or not to trot — that is the question. trot for the teacher? trotting along. this is really not punny AT ALL.
s
trotting the horse reached the staple. memories kept running in her head and her eyes thought to see a young girl, a black bonnet on her small
silva
hot to trot
they said I was
little did they know
All I wanted was a glass of water
and a conversation with someone who was sane.
hot to trot
trot to get away more like.
Ohh how I want for good conversation.
Car Holmes
Ciao
Marika
Ciao
Marika
To trot down the road on a horse…that must be a fun experience. To feel the bounce, almost like joy…I wonder, does the horse LIKE to trot? Maybe he hates it just like my daughter hates to do the shuffle run they do in large groups in the Army.
Paula
I like to get on my horse and trot. This word makes no sense but I like it. Writing this out is making me hungry for a horse shoe. I don’t think that if I stopped to think about what I am typing right now it would not certainly make sense or have nothing and everything to do with trotting. phew that was hard… Why am I so hungry?
Andrew.p
silly word, trot. there’s nothing to say about it, unless you really think.
i suppose most people think of horses, right? beastly, equestrian things. it makes me think of sunlight, for one reason or another. wish i understood my brain better. synesthesia is a strange thing.
nixesha
my horse likes to trot. it doesn’t like to canter very much, it’s a rather lazy horse. sometimes i get the urge to go fast, but my horse refuses, and just walks along at its own pace, oblivious to my gentle nudging on its stomach. the woods do look pretty at this pace, perhaps my horse has the right idea after all
Denise Parker
trot. to walk and kind of trot along a trail. just as one would trot to their next meal. not much to be said about this word. no deep meanings come across my mind, although i am usually quite the poet. the word Trot is a short word but could mean so much. it gives so much more detail than “walk”. its a form of walking, just as rapping is a form of speech, and jazz is a form of music. and therefore trot is universal in its own way.
I can really bust a move when I am listening to Trot.
The horse trotted across the field. The wind blowing through it’s mane. It was such a beautiful horse. Chestnut colored with black mane and a white star on it’s face. Truly a thing of beauty.
Cimmaron: The Spirit Horse. Or some shit like that, I was sitting with my little cousins during Thanksgiving last year, and that was the bit of cinematic gold we picked for our hour of free time, between stuffing ourselves with food and football. For some reason, my parents never considered conceiving me when all my aunts and uncles were doing the same thing, thus ensuring I would have an endless supply of playmates while growing up. Instead, I was born in 1991, while everyone else decided to mutilate their wombs at least nine or ten years later. So no “Shaun of the Dead” for us kiddies.
As me an my scottie dog fluffy trot along the side walk we smell a cool breeze from the lake, its intoxicating. How i love the smell of that cool breeze.
to go quickly and go on a horse and it is not quite a run but not quite a walk either. it is quite a strange way to travel
I trot along in the cool breeze that is fall. The leaves are changing and the smell of the horse and crisp air fills my nostrils. The sun begins to come out and it’s going to be a wonderful day!
trot your ass on out of hear ya, hippy! this ain’t that kind of establishment. You people don’t know how good we got it here & this stupid i need a new word
As my greyhound and I trotted down the sidewalk we noticed an octogenarian selling cheese curls to a person that was not there. It was quite cute and clever to watch the dialogue between a person and air. Reminds me of every day when I wake.
I once won $483 at a trot race in upstate NY. I thought it would be boring, but it was quite in fact interesting to watch the horses trot with the carriage behind them and the “jockey” hmmmm
The horse trots, my dog trots. I’ve seen people trot. Trotting sounds pompous in a way. I’ve never seen a cat trot, even though cats are the proudest of all. I’ve tried trotting. It’s fun
OMG what in the world is a trot? I mean what the mokey kind of word is trot? I mean is it like the boy trotted through the forest? this is stupid I hate this.
The idea that she could simply trot in here and act like she owned the place, bothered me to no end.
Just who did she think she was? It would all prove to be nothing in the end. She was going to win.. for now.
as i sat in the field, i saw the lonely black horse trot passed me. he seemed to have found some luck today. yesterday he was so down… but today he seemed happier.
then i saw what he was trotting to, a beautiful white horse.
I trotted through the dark and dense forest, calling out to my little brother. I cried as I ran, the tears dripping onto the ground. I was afraid that if I stopped chasing, he would be gone forever.
A brown, stallion trotted over to the trough to have a drink. Its main blowing in the breeze. The strong muscles rippling. Scotty was its name and he was only four years old. But he didn’t look it — owning the ring and putting to disgrace all the other Mares, Clydesdale, Pintos and the like; and his owner took pride in his abilities: rearing on command and able to break into a run, stopping on a dime — he should have been born a Greyhound.
The uppity horses trotted capriciously up Violin Road. Sancho Panza stood hunched at a bar on the corner, watching them with disdain. He was on his fifth cerveza. “I’m gonna steal that white one, yessir,” he thought. He finished his last gulp of beer and wiped his face greedily with his sleep. “Madremia!” he cried, to surprise the horses. “Que bonita eres!” The black horse glared at Sancho and told the white one to run, but the white one stood frozen with fear. Sancho laughed maniacally and jumped on her back in one swift motion. “HYAAAHH!!!”
trit trot, the pony went up to the fence, greedily snatching up the apple offered by the little boy standing there.
o trot, to canter, to gallop all things horses can do ! but people can do more on horses :P to do ‘it’ on horseback is the most fun and intense way the ‘feelings’ are top notch , you really feel the beautiful heavy pulsation talk about love!
She was beautiful. The way she rode the philly as the they trotted around the dirt track. It was as if she was an extension of the horse, a Greek mythology centaur of sorts. I couldn’t stop staring.
horses trot and it makes a noise that goes clack clack clack. through grass or snow or dirt or sand or clouds or anything you can imagine.
I like to trot along with a horse in a clear and beautiful meadow. It is so lovely out. The air is crisp and it feels like the beginnings of fall. Wonderful is all that is needed to describe this one thing. Trotting along.
as i trot down the street i saw an amazing thing comming my way it was so crazy weird and it trotted back to me
The horse’s trot was slow and steady, and atop, a dark haired girl bobbed along with a look of distinct horror on her face. Everyone had told her the best way to get over her fears would be to get back on the horse, but what a cliche this was. Not only was this adventure not helping in the slightest, but it was hindering the enjoyment of her rest of the day due to an elevating heart-rate and a growing desire to scream.
I hated situations like this. Those times when you can’t help but judge someone based on something so incredibly trivial. I wanted to ignore the tiny dog trotting at her feet, so smug in its little red sweater, but it was now irreversibly focused in my mind. She’d seemed so perfect just one week ago, and now, it was back to square one.
If your hot to trot, or cool cat not, come hang out at my daddy’s spot!
Oh, Pokemon~ <3
The clopping of horse hooves against the gravel path resonated deeply, it’s constant beat a contrast with the bright fall of fast rain, and in synch with the rhythmic beating of my heart. My nerves were getting the best of me, I could hear my heart beat to match the pace of the rain rather than the clopping, now. I tugged at the frosty zipper of my rain coat, pulling it towards my chin, and made my way out in to the rain.
happy. horses trot. they look effortless. but it takes effort. it takes skill to trot. seems like a good day to trot.
Too hot to trot as the clich
trot does this mean to move. Like the horse trots down the street. Or is it the past tense of trout.
I trotted of to work one day. On my horse, the horse I used to ride as a kid at my uncles farm. I rode a few horses there….Toby, Stub, Savannah. My
hot to trot. trotting horses. to trot or not to trot — that is the question. trot for the teacher? trotting along. this is really not punny AT ALL.
trotting the horse reached the staple. memories kept running in her head and her eyes thought to see a young girl, a black bonnet on her small
hot to trot
they said I was
little did they know
All I wanted was a glass of water
and a conversation with someone who was sane.
hot to trot
trot to get away more like.
Ohh how I want for good conversation.
Ciao
Ciao
To trot down the road on a horse…that must be a fun experience. To feel the bounce, almost like joy…I wonder, does the horse LIKE to trot? Maybe he hates it just like my daughter hates to do the shuffle run they do in large groups in the Army.
I like to get on my horse and trot. This word makes no sense but I like it. Writing this out is making me hungry for a horse shoe. I don’t think that if I stopped to think about what I am typing right now it would not certainly make sense or have nothing and everything to do with trotting. phew that was hard… Why am I so hungry?
silly word, trot. there’s nothing to say about it, unless you really think.
i suppose most people think of horses, right? beastly, equestrian things. it makes me think of sunlight, for one reason or another. wish i understood my brain better. synesthesia is a strange thing.
my horse likes to trot. it doesn’t like to canter very much, it’s a rather lazy horse. sometimes i get the urge to go fast, but my horse refuses, and just walks along at its own pace, oblivious to my gentle nudging on its stomach. the woods do look pretty at this pace, perhaps my horse has the right idea after all
trot. to walk and kind of trot along a trail. just as one would trot to their next meal. not much to be said about this word. no deep meanings come across my mind, although i am usually quite the poet. the word Trot is a short word but could mean so much. it gives so much more detail than “walk”. its a form of walking, just as rapping is a form of speech, and jazz is a form of music. and therefore trot is universal in its own way.