A Dream Over Too Soon

• Jessica Evans, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2007

My story begins when I was eight. My dream was to have a horse of my own. One that I could ride. That dream came true, my dad bought me a horse. Now I had a beautiful horse. Her name was Rose but I always called her Rosy. She was brown and white and her mane was curly and long. That all came to an end, Rosy was dead, she had an infection in her ear and I was very sad. My horse, my one and only friend.
Now a year has past and I am nine. I am still feeling lonely and sad about what happened to her but I now have another horse named Chocko to keep me company. As I grow old and grey, I will always remember my beautiful Rose.