Me And My Mate

• Elise Zorzutti, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2009

My pony Jedi is my mate,
He gallops through the shiny gate.
He greets me with a whinny,
Happy to finally see me.

I take him to the stable,
Put the saddle on,
Grab my helmet, gloves and whip,
And away we go.

Where galloping through the bush,
His mane swaying in the breeze,
How much fun I’m having,
Flying through the trees.

I’m feeling kind of sad now,
The day has come to an end,
But tomorrow he’ll be waiting,
At his paddock gate.