Legendary Horse

• Baden Williamson, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2015

Legendary Horse

As the hose galloped down the side of an old mine,
Galloped a black horse known freespirit,
it’s hair danced in the evening wind,
As the day grew old, dark and cold, the horse didn’t,
All the horses except free spirit were white,
But the colour doesn’t matter it’s their heart and sole that does,
The horse may be a different colour but everyone is equal;
Flying fiint sparks enlightened the sky,
As freespirit danced down the mountain to the valley,
No matter what our race we are all equal;