My Ponies

by George Stokes aged 9

I have two ponies
Beautiful and gold
Their hair glistens in the beaming sun
They wave their heads around
All day long
Jumping over and over
Like stones skimming on the cool water
On a summer’s evening
The sound of their hooves
Clicking against rocks
As I ride across the sand –
These are my favourite things
To think about.

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