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.