Well Mom, it was a horse

A Poem by Kate

My brother is disabled and takes horse lessons. My daughter Gwen also takes horse lessons with him.

　
　
My name is Gwen and I am one.
Way too little to ride a horse say some.
But sometimes looks can be deceiving
Just ask my uncle whose name is Steven.
He has seizures and uses a wheelchair
But if you think that stops him beware!
As soon as the weather outside gets sunny
My uncle who is so tall and funny
Puts on his boots and cowboy hat
And upon a tall black horse he is sat!
With a giddy up he grabs the reins
And a trail of dust is all that remains.
Around the arena he goes and goes and goes.
Talking to the horse with Gees, and Haas, and Whoas.
He only has one arm to use
But he doesn’t use that to excuse
He can ride one horse but that’s not all
Another horse comes from the stall.
He hooks them up side by side
And through the field the plow he drives.
I sit beside and smell the dirt
I hang on tight so I don’t get hurt.
So please mom please
Sitting here is such a tease.
Uncle Steven does it and it looks so easy
It’s only a horse I’m asking for to please me!
Maybe next year when I’m two.
I can drive the horse with you.
Our lessons done for now, we’re leaving.
But we’ll be back next week, me and my Uncle Steven.

　