The Horse Named Chance
Harrow International Hong Kong, Ella Stranger, Poetry: Group 3
In the aged town of Erenhot,
On the Mongolian border it lay,
Was a clumsy scared little foal,
Who went by the name Ji Hui,
His mother wanted the best for him,
For he was in his blood a wild horse,
Sadly they were trapped in a farm,
So she set him on the correct course.
One cold evening she told Ji Hui,
That he must travel to Ulaanbaatar,
It is a deadly journey through the Gobi,
To find his father from afar,
Ji Hui accepted his hard fate,
He waved off his mother goodbye,
He drank some water and walked off,
And had left before sunrise,
The Gobi looked very cruel to him,
No life in it’s barren land,
He ploughed slowly through the bare rock,
Then found the dunes full of sand
“I can do it!” he exclaimed,
Ji Hui was hopeful and true,
He happily started a trot,
And was feeling fine until noon,
His hope was starting to falter,
And his hooves were wearing away,
Why had he been so naïve?
For once he was getting afraid
“What is this monster named Gobi!?
Why do I feel sullen and drained?”
The thirst had singed his throat,
And he collapsed in extreme pain,
