Wild Horse Valley

• Alanna Tien, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2017

There is a secret valley where wild horses roam
A place they call home
Stallions, mares, fillies and all
Some are small and shy, others proud and tall
There are chestnuts, blacks and bays
Here and there are a few odd greys
The valley is hidden by a ring of mountains
In the morning, mist comes from the lake like a fountain
On a warm summer day, the foals joyfully whinny and neigh
They gallop across the plains wildly swishing their manes
When the sun begins to set,
Their silhouettes stand against the sun as black as jet
The moon is in the sky and the wolves begin to cry
In that time the horses lay their heads on their soft fern beds