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A NEW DAY



                                                                                  Taken away,
                                                                                  for a new day.
                                                                                 Lucky you say?
                                                                                 Should have been,
                                                                                     but then;
                                                                                  I was contrary,
                                                                                   always wary.
                                                                                  Ready to fight,
                                                                                   or take flight.

                                                                                 Made others fear,
                                                                                   to come near.
                                                                         Instead of what could have been,
                                                                            I missed opportunity again.
                                                                           Taken from a place of danger,
                                                                            rescued by a total stranger.
                                                                          My future looked grim but then,
                                                                         I was taken from the auction pen;

                                                                            By girl who wanted a horse.
                                                                           Lucky to be chosen of course.
                                                                         But I showed little to appreciate,
                                                                           having escaped a terrible fate.
                                                                        Instead I treated her with contempt,
                                                                      so she decided her efforts were ill spent.
                                                                         For sale again, at three years old,
                                                                             placed in an ad to be sold.
                                                                       Bad tempered, unschooled for any use,

                                                                      all I had done was give my people abuse.
                                                                     My twisted front foot and a mean streak,
                                                                         all indicated my future was bleak.
                                                                       Would three again be another chance?
                                                                      Was this somehow planned in advance?
                                                                    Was I somehow gifted with something more,

                                                                      before I had any idea what was in store?



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