6 Black Horses

6 Black Horses
Lauren Hardman

My grandmother had six different horses.
She cared so much about their well - being.
Grammy fed the horses their main courses.
When she glanced back, no horses could be seen.

Someone had snuck in and stole all of them.
And now poor Lorraine was simply distraught.
My mom and I tried to stop the mayhem
By riding the old-fashioned car we bought.

We searched on and on with no luck at all
Despite burning days and long, chilly nights.
Everyone said, “Horses? I can’t recall.”
But we did not give up without a fight.

Grammy longs for her horses everyday.
Oh well! That was just a dream anyway…

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