'Dream'

When I lie in my bed at night I dream of purebred Arabs and thoroughbreds, when I sit in class I dream of coming first for my country in the Olympics. 

When I think of my perfect horse he is always sparkling, friendly and does everything at the slightest command. 

When in my dreams my parents say "you can have your own horse" I think of a white washed stable door and a handsome grey head looking out a purebred with gorgeous eyes and as soft as silk. 

When I feel sad I bury myself in my horse books and pore over the pictures thinking "one day that's the kind of horse I want." 

Then I go to my stables and I see a little chestnut head of a greedy pony peeking over the gate and think no this is the pony for me, no he may not be the fastest, or the sweetest horse but in my eyes he is mine as far from an Arab as you could imagine with a dusty coat that no-one bothers to brush, a dirty tail that he won't let anyone near and tangled mane. 

I say if I could have a million Arabs or just one of this little pony, I know it would be him. 

With an Arab you fly with wind floating along in a gorgeously smooth gallop.

With my little boy you lollop along not as fast not as smooth but knowing that he has given you his best.............

I think that is the best horse of all not a hunter who soars of jumps 4ft high, not a thoroughbred who goes faster that the wind but a greedy little welsh who may not be fast but will give you his best any day. 

All I can say about this little pony is that I love him and always will........... 

by Helena Petrie

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