A horses special touch

• Brittany Hussey, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2006

I looked at the pony once again,
He looked like he was smiling and whispering my name,
He didn’t move he just stared at me,
He filled my heart with happiness and glee,
He started to walk with a sparkle in his eye,
He got to the fence and walked on by,
He neighed at me then turned away,
I will never forget when he looked at me that way.