Molly Kalman-Allen, Grade 6
I sat at the foot of a hill, the cool breeze lifted my hot sweaty hair off my face, I now understand what the gang gangs talk of, this is the boundaries of mankind, stress, pollution. This is freedom is, beauty lives here.
As I looked on I saw the picture was complete. The mountains, the mist floating just above the soft damp ground the tree tops displaying their spring time followers for all to see. A wallaby lipped the soft thick green grass. Suddenly my heart skipped a beat, with a jet black mane and tail, a noble head and soft yet alert eyes. The mist seemed to dance around her magically, mistily, graciously.
The soft pad of her hooves came towards me we shared a language without words. The shape or this mare struck me; it just seemed so...so natural. Then I gasped out from behind her stepped a foal, unlike his mother he was a liver chestnut with a white blaze and four white socks.
I knew truly now I was a part of this world. I felt like I had been accepted into an entirely different universe, which I had indeed I had.
As the years went by I had come up with names for the two horses, the black mare duchess and the liver chestnut thrawa who was indeed a proud stallion which had fathered many foals.
So when you hear the gang gangs talk, listen you’ll be glad you did.
By Molly Allen
12 Years Old