The Equiery’s 10th
Annual Junior/Young Rider Gallery! T e Unicorns’ Caller
Katherine-Aria Close, 11, Olney When the moon is as full as a cherry pie
and shines just so bright that the stars are dim in the night, When you are all snug and tucked in bed and you turn out the room’s light,
there is this girl who walks down her stairs,
her eyes shine blue like the ice on a winter’s night. And in her hand, she holds a paper,
and on it, is a written song that calls to the night – the unicorns.
She jumps out a window and runs to a meadow, where she sits and looks back at her home,
in her eye a spark of excitement with a touch of sorrow knowing that it will all be gone tomorrow.
She sings in that meadow which is bordered by trees… she sings the written song which is carried on the leaves. She sings out to the world like a horn
alerting all the creatures but calling the unicorns. T e unicorns come by the hundreds
waiting for the perfect time to raise their heads. Mary Grace O’Connor, 12, Gaithersburg Untitled
Ema Klugman, 13, Washington, DC My leather hand will drop,
And she’ll hold her frame a moment longer We’ll be square, right on x.
My fi sts will squeeze round the melting rubber T en she’ll snap those leather knees beneath me As my fi sts unclasp
Like spreading wings to fl y. Her crest will reach
An outstretched nose nestled between two Close tight angles. Her foaming mouth Will steal the rubber
Out my loosened web of fi ngers.
T e wind will whip At our forever grins
Plastered to our salty faces As we leap
Into the splash, Biting at the fl eet heels of victory.
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She sings a note higher than a robin’s chirp and in prance the unicorns! T ey form a circle around her
dancing in the starlight, happily before her. T ey dance with joy as the girl sings her song. T en they stop, letting her rise to her feet before long. T e unicorns encircle her most lovingly, most gracefully…
T e girl’s hands and feet turn into hooves. Her skin into a silvery coat of fur so soft.
Her face into a muzzle more elegant than that of a horse surrounded by a white mane of hair that is aloft. She has a tail that sparkles in the moonlight. But most beautiful of all,
is the horn atop her head refl ecting bright. She is now herself a creature of legend…a unicorn.
T e unicorns stop their circular dance, raise their heads and neigh a welcoming-whinny for their new friend.
T ey form a line and with a prance, gallop into the forest ahead. She follows…but then stops to look back. She has left everything behind –
her home, her friends, her life, her kind. She turns back, her gaze determined…
No! T is is her home and these are her friends, and this is her life. She gallops to her kind, never to run as a girl, to be free of strife.
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JULY 2011 | THE EQUIERY | 17
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