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Galloping down the lonely lane
The horse - hoof beats don't sound the same
Clip - clop - clop - clip - clip they go
Piercing the air as it starts to snow.

Galloping into the cloudy night
She reaches a Christmas tree and takes flight
Over the trees, up to the moon
I'm sure that she will reach it soon.

Then she stumbles, down she falls
I hear her shrill, echoey calls
Down and down losing height
Falling into the deathly night.

I open my eyes, Mum turns on the light
She comforts me "All right, all right"
It was all a dream! What a relief!
Yet still I keep to my belief:
That Moon Beam the horse still gallops on.

Composed and sent by Em
From Monmouthshire

and published on  www.mareandfoal.org