A wee lad peeked from the loft overhead,
gaping at the giant beast led by his father’s mere tether,
dreaming of the day he would ride such a creature for the Triple Crown.
The minute I read the words, the above description was the image that jumped into my mind. One of the reasons children are such a joy is because their dreams are limitless, and life puts up no barriers in their minds. Oh, that we could hold on to that sort of passion in possibility as we grow!
Since I make it a practice not to read anyone else’s entry before I’ve completed mine, I’ll be interested in seeing who else had a similar imagery come to mind.