A vast sea of gold lays before me
Rolling, waving, swaying in the breeze
The same one that has caressed my cheek
Fences of emerald surround my home
Protecting me from a harsh reality
A cozy home that smells of spice
Memories from the past, sewn into time
Hide-and-seek, dress-up and tea
The large red barn is where I would play
Pretending to be a pirate, one of Black Beard’s best
Or maybe Robin Hood, or one of his kin
Bare feet, kissed by the sun, would pound the earth
I’d race the sparkling stream beside me, hear it laughing
High up in my tree, I’d read
Play pretend, live out fantasies
I’d be a princess, locked away, or maybe
An Indian, hunting game
Now silver streams stroke my cheeks
As I tell my friends goodbye
My new home will smell of paint and wood
The sunshine won’t reach it
Shadowed by the concrete walls and towers
But across the street
A girl is sketching on her porch
Her brown eyes meet mine and they’re
The color of my old pony, Little Star
And she smiles a welcoming smile
Her drawing flutters to the ground
And I see a horse, staring back at me
Now I smile, no longer alone

This was a challenge issued by a random Neopian. They didn’t believe I could write ‘happy’ poems. Ha! I can! I’ve proved it! I think…