We’ll Ride

We’ll Ride

I may be small
—a tad
wobbly,
but give me time…

let me fall
and get back up

watch me run
—don’t stand in the path.

Rub a gentle brush
across my hide
—fill my trough with 
wild oats.

Wait…only a bit longer
—then get on.
Together we’ll ride.

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