A Day To Ride

• Natasha Wearing, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

Summer winds fan the grasses and whips the horses mane.
They travel, horse and rider through a sea of amber grain...
There is no trail they follow, no path that can be seen.
They travel, horse and rider, creating quite a scene.
The beauty of the horses stride, the pattern of humans doubts.
All humans parodys, all human doubts.
All humans birthday woes and worried aging pouts.
Ahead is just an open land like the future path of time.
And the mountains symbolized your highest daily climb.
As clouds roll by and hill elapse you grip tight to his straps.
And hang on for an awsome ride that means to you perhaps.
A freedom, independence, a day you can create!
A day to stand upright with a proud and certain gate!
A day to ride.!
And a day to be free and welcome home!