The Corner Stall

by Michelle Miziolek
(Richmond Hill, Ont.)

In the door and down the hall
Around the corner there is a stall
Every day I dream it is mine
For in it there is a horse so fine

I hear his clip clop on the cobblestone floor
As we walk to the crossties
From the open stall door

I hook him up and get out my tools
Saddle and Bridle the one with the jewels
He is such a special one
I think I shall name him Eclipse of the Sun

Sunny for short it will be
My son will like it if i take him with me
I will teach him to ride Western of course
He wants to look really cool on my horse

Long flowing mane and billowing tail
We will canter along the forested trail
Maybe a deer, a rabbit we'll see
Or a beautiful hawk at the top of a tree

Then home we will walk for he needs to cool down
His spirits are up he acts like a clown
He is so happy because he knows
I love him so much from his head to his toes

Back at the barn toes to hooves
So I pick up my hoof pick and get into the grooves
I scrape out the clutter, the stones and such
But I do not care as I love him so much

Brush and comb shedding blade too
Extra time on his face
Now he feels brand new

Back to the corner back to the stall
In there he stands so happy and tall
I slip him a carrot some apple a mint
And leave him to dream of our next little sprint