When I Am Asked by: Nicole Busch

When I Am Asked

By: Nicole Busch

How I got my first horse,

I talk about the compassion felt by her horse’s nature.

It was soon after sixth grade,

A dazzling June day,

All the flowers blossoming to full bloom,

And it fit.

I walked into the dust filled barn,

Already full of built up sneezes,

But I didn’t mind for I was happy.

Nothing was sparkling, nothing new

For everything was covered in a dust storm of use,

And it fit.

I walked into the dust filled stall,

Hay mischievously thrown all over the floor,

Chey glanced up at me with her big brown eyes,

So innocent and pure, unable to hurt a fly.

She nickered and slowly walked over to me,

With a special sparkle in her eye unseen before,

And it fit.

When I am asked how I got my first horse,

I look at them and say,

It just fit.