One Dream Pony
The gravel driveway lies outside the barnyard,
a young rider on its back asks if this is the first ride,
and about the reins it bears. Just ahead lies a field
lined by trees, and beyond, a highway where it
must stop. The young rider counts on it to know
the way, but the older cousins on horses lead.
First a canter, then a trot, the pony must walk
before it runs, steps of imagination taken
on a farmstead claimed by another generation,
flights of fancy taken, as the sun sets to the west.
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