Category
1 - Poets 12 Years Old & Younger
FIRST
RUNNER-UP
Spotlight
By Heidi Morhart, of Rosetown,
Saskatchewan, age 12
He ran around the ring
His powerful legs moving fast.
I stood and stared in awe.
It was all I could do.
The moonlight reflected off the lake
And his eyes gleamed.
His coat shone.
He was amazing.
It was hard to believe,
I had only just met him.
It felt like I had known him
Since he was a colt.
He was wild like a mustang
But he came to me,
Nevertheless.
He wore no saddle
Because he was only out to graze.
I grabbed his mane
And climbed upon his back.
Then he trotted
And sped up to a canter.
I didn’t want to stop
His spring was strong,
His stride, long
His canter, steady.
The moon seemed to follow us
As we ran across the shore.
I was reminded of a disco floor.
The moon was the light,
The ground was the disco floor,
The lake reflecting on it,
To make the illusion,
That the ground was shining.
I breathed
And I blinked.
When I opened my eyes,
I could picture it all.
And the spotlight was on us.
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