THE HORSE AND THE
CHILD --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
1 - The Horse
The horse was quite large and strong, as most
horses tend to be,
Yet something about him was different and also
quite easy to see.
He walked as any horse would, but something was
really not right,
His pride did all that it could, to hide the
cause of his plight.
No trot nor canter could happen, with his body
so racked with the pain,
From years of human abuse, from a pace he
couldn’t sustain.
He had always given his best, that’s all that a
horse knows to do,
But his owners cared not for his feelings, only
winning the ribbon of blue.
He remembers the day of the tumble, the day that
his body just quit,
And he hoped he’d be given a rest, but his
people just threw such a fit.
The pain in his body was awful, but not what
brought tears to his eye,
His people had said, he was useful no more, and
just sent him away to die.
2 - The Child
The eyes of the child were not happy, as any
young child’s should be,
They were sad and tired and weary, for this
child would never be free.
He was trapped in a body with trouble, it would
not work the way that it should,
Other kids were running and playing as he knew
that he never could.
His life was a life full of pity, from the
people who were always above,
They saw only his troubled young body, not the
child who just wanted love.
As they coddled and pitied and pampered, he
struggled to get them to see,
His body was not all that mattered, for inside
he’s like you and me.
So it seemed that all people noticed, was all
that he never could be,
When all that he really wanted, was to feel what
it’s like to be free.
But he knew that it never would happen, in that
chair that kept him so low,
He could dream but never would feel, the freedom
he so wanted to know.
3 - The Horse And The Child
This new place seemed so very different, the air
was so fresh and clean,
The people were gentle and kind, never harsh nor
cruel nor mean.
They were patient with him and soft in their
tone, kindness in each loving touch,
He knew that he must be in heaven, for he’d
never been pampered so much.
Then one day they brought out a saddle, and that
pain he wanted no more,
But the rider today was quite different, than
any he’d carried before.
The child’s little body seemed troubled, it was
weak and bent and small,
When they lifted him on, he could see in his
eyes, the feeling of now being tall.
They led the horse off, and steadied the child,
walking so careful and slow,
First a grin, then a smile covered his face, and
his eyes were now all a glow.
The feeling he had of the horse as he walked,
was a feeling he’d not known before,
And now it was he, who was way up above, looking
down at those on the floor.
So this day the horse nobody wanted, got a job
and was given a test,
He would carry this child, with pride in his
heart, knowing he’d given his best.
And the child with a sprit so special, but a
body with limits so vast,
Would move with the freedom he dreamed of, so
many times in the past.
The child and the horse, that we would dismiss,
with pity for all they are not,
Shared with each other, all that they had, and
taught you and me quite a lot.
