Pony #2

She had a little pony that she

walked through the fields.

She hummed to herself

while he followed behind.

She picked raspberries on the

path to the lake

and waded in the stream

while her pony drank.

Barefoot and berry-stained

she climbed onto his bare back.

Her eyes closed and

face held to the sun,

her pony delivered her 
safely back

to me.