- Poem by Janelle Wilhelm, Grade 8

I sit in the pasture and watch the stallion graze
His grace and glory set my eyes ablaze
When he runs, his muscles flex
under a glossy coat of black
The grass dances under his hooves,
which pound the ground like rain on roofs
His mane and tail flow in the breeze
in a way that makes me weak in the knees
Such beauty in the spirit of that beast!
His being has the fire of the dawn in the east
I try to sketch him, but he darts out of view
and hides his face behind a yew
I think of chasing him, just to play
and laugh and run on this summer day
But he's faster than me, and soon I'm winded
and just like that, our game is ended
He finally comes closer, and nuzzles me
as we sit in the shade of the big oak tree

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