The Wish Horse Poem by M.J. Henderson

My mother told me,
Of a lovely horse.
That will come to you if you want to see,
It galloping though the night.
It might be a lovely winged Pegasus,
Gliding from moon to star.

Or it could be a circus horse,
Its head held up high.
It could be an Arabian beauty,
Its feet in the desert sand.

It might be a brumby,
Just for me.
A carthorse, a Shetland,
Or rocking horse.
It could be,
Any thing you want it to be.
For the choice is not up to me,
So what will it be?

You can decide,
For it is not my mind to find