Wild Horses

• Matilda Ames, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2019

I see wild horses swimming in the sea
with big bulging eyes staring at me.
They run through the thick mud
and they gallop through the dense trees.
But I see wild horses still staring at me.
They happily eat bugs and creepy crawlies
but I still see wild horses staring at me.
I approach them with sadness but filled with hope
I’m not sure I’m the person they need.
I see one of them looking intently eye to eye
then I understand that they really need me.
I supply water and blankets that are warm and cosy
They’re now happy as they’ve connected with me.