Rocking Horse

The dead of summer. 
A calm over the city, 
As everyone is indoors, 
Trying to escape the heat. 

The squeak of old springs 
A young boy sits down 
On a spring rocking horse 
In the playground outside his house 

Galloping through the steppe 
Fighting outlaws in the wild west 
Leaping across canyons 
Trotting across worlds unknown 

The little horse can take him away, 
Away from his bullies 
Away from his problems 
Away from his loneliness 
All without moving an inch