The Horse

By John Anthony Davies

I saw a child who couldn't walk,
sit on a horse, laugh and talk.
Then ride it through a field of daisies
And yet he could not walk unaided.

I saw a child no legs below,
sit on a horse and make it go
through woods of green and places he had never been
to sit and stare, except for a chair.

I saw a child who could only crawl,
Mount a horse and sit up tall;
then put it through degree of paces
and laugh at the wonder in our faces.

I saw a child born into strife,
take up and hold the reins of life
and that same child, was heard to say,
Thank God for showing me the way...