That log would
be perfect!
Oh, and that one
As I walk along
I dream of a
horse under my
legs.
I dream of cantering
up the trail
Of jumping logs.
Of a mane in my
face and reins in
my hands.
Of the wind whipping
in my face.
Oh, I dream of
horses.
by Melanie (age 13)
Hop over a rock,
scramble down
a log. That is the
way of the Grandview
Trail. Yet it lives
up to its name
with a view so
Grand! The
Grandview Trail.
by Melanie (age 13)
Horses and cars go
By our picnic spot, a dog
Interrupts our lunch.
by Melanie (age 12)