July Story Contest

The Black Stallion
By: Chlopony
Age: 11

He runs he runs free & wild
No hands can tame him
The sound of his galloping hooves pounding the gruond
His mane flaping in the wind
As I ride on his back I feel as free as him
As he niegh with freedom I feel like doing the same
As he runs across the plains
I feel great joy & freedom

I wait for the night to come to be with him again
Running free.