A Poem for minimoos

HOOFPRINTS

So come young friends
From o'er the sea
Come walk a while
And talk to me
And tell me tales
From your own land
And make small hoofprints
In the sand
Tell me stories
That make clear
All of the things
That you hold dear
Speak of meadows
Speak of shade
Speak of promises you've made
And as we walk
I'll understand
While you make hoofprints
In the sand

Thank you

Horace