Weatherford Trail June 28, 1998

 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)