The wild horse with the fiery eyes
They were sure could not be tamed,
He bucked and kicked up clouds of dust
In a blur of tail and mane.
The little boy with the fiery eyes
A hard time is what he gave,
He screamed and yelled and threw a fit
The boy they said could not behave.
It took patience too calm the horse
And kindness even more,
It was slow to build its trust,
You see, it was hurt by man before.
It took love to show the boy
That he didn’t have to fight,
To get the attention that he needed
And that it would be alright.
Force did not tame them
Neither did neglect,
The only thing they both needed
Was kindness, patience and respect.
For the boy and the horse
There was just one thing to do,
Just put out your hand…
And let them come to you.
By: Melodye Denisov
Painted Acres - 275 Route 247 Greenfield Township, Pennsylvania 18407 - (570) 282-5577 - firstname.lastname@example.org