September Story Contest

The Black Stallion
By: Chlopony
Age: 11

    He gallops across the land His hooves pounding the ground as he gallops off.
He’s mane flapping in the cool night wind.
The moon light shining on him.
As I ride him I feel as if I’m flying & He and I are one.
He gallops with Pride & Freedom
as He gallops
Free & Wild.