April Story Contest

Race Day
By: Columbinestables
Age: 12

We charge out of the gate

The earth trembles as her hooves fly across it

The wind plays with her mane

Her eyes are blank against the endless track

The roar of the crowd is drowned out by adrenaline

Our senses go numb until we reach the finish line

My smile grows a mile wide

She gets blanketed with roses

And I guard our trophy

All our hard work

Has paid off