A Night Mare

A night mare comes riding into my head,
It makes me wish that I were dead.
I shiver, sleeping, in my bed.

But then suddenly,
What do I see?
A white stallion trotting beautifully.

The night mare gives a neigh of defeat
And then she starts to retreat
The white stallion makes my rest complete.

I grab his mane and jump right on.
Going, going, going, GONE!
Out with the midnight and in with the dawn.


By Katia Wenger, age 9