June Story Contest

On Top of Old Smokey
By: Chelsea2
Age: 11

On top of old Shooter
A very dark bay
As tall as the tallest
And loving his hay

But the thing they never told us
Would stop us real fast
For my sweet loving Shooter
Would be sold the next day

We all went home crying
Our face was pure wet
For my sweet loving Shooter
Would never be back

I cried and I cried
Tell my pillow was wet
For my sweet loving Shooter
Would be gone by that noon

His new owner came at noon
And toke him away
I shall never see Shooter
In his pasture again

Maybe one day
I’ll see his again
My sweet loving Shooter
A horse of my one