Horses
They run in the blazing sun
They copy the horse in front
They come in millions of sizes and colours
But all of them run when danger comes.
The oldest protects the herd
They eat the fresh grass
They all protect each other's foals
But all of them run when danger comes.
The foals beat the odds.
The water falls.
They roll over and play.
But all of them run when danger comes.
Louise Lemmens
