This is Ours Blog Archive on March 19, 2011, 14:48

by Madelaina, age 15

I see you’re waiting,
The top of your mane radiating
With the wealth of the sunset,
And the swishing of your tail
Guiding the slight breeze.
I see you want to run.

I cannot run, my legs are tamed,
But my crutches can’t dictate how far I go.
I grab for no halter, nor any rope,
Nothing but your neck and some flaxen strands.
And then, we simply walk.

We pace down no beach,
No thriving field,
No forest speckled gold,
Just the paddock lane.
But we will be flawless