Galloping along

• Abbey Mikkelsen, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2004

Galloping along through the autumn leaves
Galloping through all the trees
The breeze against my back, it's making me go fast
I wouldn't be suprised if I end up with a cast
What do you know, it's happened now, It's to late to say OW!!!
As the horse runs free, as you'll see in this situation he is not like me