They call to me,
They are my brothers, my sisters,
They know me better then any other.

I know their names,
I call to them,
My soft neighs and whinnies echo accross the landscape.

They lift their heads to me,
They sniff the breeze,
But there is no need, there is no danger here.

You see, it is I who has been chosen to follow them,
To show them the way,
To lead them to a place untouched by others of my kind.

To them, they know this place as Shadow Hill,
But really, it is the only true sanctuary.

By 12 year old Jennifer, who has her own website at http://www.50megs.com/horsesrule/horsesrule.html.