March Story Contest

Galloping like the wind
By: Scoutgirl
Age: 12

As we gallop on and on,
 Past the place where we belong, and have done no wrong.

Galloping, galloping faster then ever, getting no where.
Away from the roar we try to go, here, there, everywhere.

 They’re closing in on with fences all around,
In so tight, not even room for a bound.

Gunshots in the building flair,
Familiar whinnies quickly disappearing in there.

Sirens sound,
Cops seeing what they’ve found.

Not knowing, never knowing our lives to come,
Our hearts and souls wanting, just wanting for all to just go home.

 Finally, finally at last our wish come true, bad men going good people coming,
 All I see and hear are horses running, their hooves all drumming.

Back at last to the place I call home,
Knowing no bad men will ever come.