Claire’s hair shone bright like the sun,
A summer visit had begun.
Firefly Farm, so green and grand,
Was made with loving, working hands.
Grandpa’s face was kind and wise,
He showed her Star, a big surprise!
A horse so tall, with a starry spot,
Claire was curious, but scared a lot.
Star was big, Claire was small,
Her riding wobbled, she might fall!
She tried and tried, but Star would jump,
Claire's heart would sink with each little bump.
One evening warm, with peachy skies,
Grandpa's kind voice told stories so wise.
Of a wild horse, from long ago,
"Trust is slow, it needs to grow.”
Star was like Claire, afraid and new,
Her grandpa's words felt honest and true.
Claire learned to talk, soft and sweet,
And brush Star's coat so smooth and neat.
Days went by, Star changed a bit,
Her hand he'd sniff, he wouldn't skit!
Grandpa helped Claire learn to ride,
"Listen to Star, be his guide."
Riding wasn't always neat,
But Claire found trust, a special feat.
Less fear she felt, more bravery grew,
As Star learned to trust Claire, too.
By summer's end, they were a pair,
Through fields they ran, with windblown hair.
Claire saw herself in Star's soft eye,
No longer scared, she could reach the sky!
Goodbye to Star, with a hug and tear,
I'll see you again in another year.
Grandpa smiled, a happy heart,
He knew that trust was just the start.
Claire grew inside, that summer long,
A bond with Star, so truly strong.
With patience, love, and a gentle hand,
You'll have a friend to understand.
Poetry that tells a story for preschoolers. Curled up on my window seat, With blankets making warmth complete, I press my nose against the glass, To...
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