A Poem: "I Promise"

Contributed by Matti Burns: From the perspective of a Windrush Participant

When I ride, I imagine that there are no side walkers;I imagine that I am galloping bareback across a green, wide spread field.

Across a field of dreams on my best friend;
I feel so free, I feel welcome for once.

When I'm on his back I feel so high up;
I really like that feeling. A lot.

When I'm having fun, I can tell he's having fun too;
But then I come back to reality.

"With these lessons, We'll be there some day," I tell myself, "I promise."

When we go back up to the barn to untack, I feel sad I will have to leave soon.

I come out of the tack room with a peppermint in my hand;
My horse eagerly lops it up with his big, goofy lips.

I tell him I love him and that I'll see him next week."I promise."