I Am Horse
Sonia, Age 10, Calgary, AB
I am horse.
As I trot over the hard, stony path,
I listen to the click-clack-click-clack of my hooves.
The sound is metallic,
my metal shoes hitting the dusty trail.
I whinny, and shake my head.
My mane floats on the gentle breeze
that flows around my face,
wavy curtains of sunlight.
I have a dream,
a wish to run free into the forest,
where birdsong whistles beside you,
and trees enclose you in a halo of warm light.
But for now I am happy here.
As long as the soft carpet of grass
is near me, and the welcoming sun
is hovering above me,
I am happy.