Poem -

No Name Poem

The ten year old, 
Posing astride, 
A dainty pony, 
That is her pride. 

"I love you, Rebel", 
She said real soft. 
Before she got sick. 
Before she coughed. 

Now the pony watches 
For his little girl 
 The one that lays beneath 
His slowly dying world.