Every time I have a chance, I wish for a horse. He is midnight black, with a white diamond on his forehead. He has a black mane and tail that wave in the wind when he runs. Together, me and him could soar across the field. But I can not tell his name because I have not seen the gleam in his eyes, nor have I felt his strong, powerful body, or seen his mane wave in the wind.
I have wished for a horse since i was five years old. Someday, maybe my horse will come prancing out of my thoughts and into the real world, where I can treasure him as my very own.
Dearest Megan,
ReplyDeleteYour mother, Aunt Jessie and I played horse so often when we were little! We each had a "stable" full of horses, but we each had our favorites which we "rode" all the time. I can't remember now what mine looked like, but I remember how I felt flying across the yard with my imagined horse beneath me! Sometimes, dream do become reality, with a bit of effort on our parts. Just look at what your mom has done to make her dreams come true.
Love,
Aunt Beckie
What a wonderful wish! I love the way you organized your words and made it so clear I could see you rideing your horse through the pastures, jumping and laughing.
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