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by Hannah Shooshanian, CHS Freshman
In heaven, horses are running.
A thundering stampede
Moving in complete unison
Shaking the ground beneath.
Their manes flowing in the breeze
Their whinny calling to her—calling to me.
That rebel girl chasing after her stallions
Understanding on a different level
She hears the neighs
She hears their hooves
Riding on the backs of these beautiful beasts
She feels free
She prays for all the fallen ponies
The greatest sorrows come with no ease
The work that she puts into all those bucking ponies
Many think her crazy
Many call her the horse lady
These labels never meant anything to her
Never going for the placing
Always going for the memories
Any day that part of her soul was lost with every fallen pony
That rebel girl riding in the heavens
On the back of the horse she holds so dear
She leads a thundering stampede
Running faster the lightning
They paint the sky
Sometimes she can still hear their neighs
She lays up at night
And that rebel girl cries