My Horse

A Poem by kiegan

I have a horse.
I waste my time on it.
I feed it and wash it.
I hate my horse.

The other day I was given something.
He called it a saddle.
He put it on my horse.
He said, "get on."

So I got on.
I can ride my horse.
I had no idea.
I love my horse.

Where was the saddle all along?