Louise's Book of Poems

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Dream Horse

We're walking on

He stops to drink

There's the dawn

The sky turns pink

As he plods on we see some flowers

Then here come the may showers

We're soaking wet; he starts to dry

We see an eagle in the sky

It's getting dark

The day is almost through

But then I remember

I'll see him in my dreams, too.

By Louise