Horses We Go
It’s hot in the car
squashed beside my brother and sister,
I can’t breathe open the window
no, they giggle and whisper.
We arrive at the horse stables
I am fearful I begin to cry,
The horses are too big
my sister tells me don’t be silly I must try.
I am hoisted up onto the horse
my head is swirling I’m up too high,
I plead to come down, they laugh at me
I shout at them let me down for I will surely die.
Back in the car, everyone is quiet
I fill guilty because of my fear.
We were told we had to go home,
But inside I give a little cheer.
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