One Silver Moon

• Eleanor Ridley, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2016

A strange dream I had last night
Of a white and snowy glade
Where a Silver Stallion reared and pranced
Once the light began to fade

He sent a cry of pride and joy
Echoing through the night
His silver mane and tail flying
He was a lovely sight

His placid eyes a crystal blue
A coat so majestic from head to toe
Thoroughbred hooves ready to run
To dance, to prance in falling snow

A strange dream I had last night
Of a brumby so wild and free
Silver as the moon itself
Glistening through the trees