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.