Through The Green Paddocks

• Sarah Gilson, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2009

Through the paddock ran the horses
Running through their own big courses
The horses ran and ran.
With so much joy
Someone watching a little boy
Their running as fast as they can.
The little boy saw the little foal
And he was way behind
There was a big horse behind him
That was about to grind him
The little boy went to help him
And then he got in trouble
His sister called him to blow bubbles
He said maybe later
And ran to the foal
But he was to late
And he ran to the gate
Tears went round when came the day they buried.
And there wasn't a single sound.
Through the paddock ran the horses
Without the foal
The foal hadn't reached his goal.