My horse knows that when I’m grown,we’ll ride the prairies all alone,drivin’ cattle ’cross dusty plains,in the saddle, sun and rain.I’ll never need the finest clothesnor put my hair in pretty bows,with cowgirl boots and cowgirl hat,nothin’ fancy’s where it’s at.From "Cowgirl Dreams,

Trotting togetherwe know our way,through bright sun of morningour cares, cast away;our ponies fly over fields and streams,working together,weaving our dreams.From " Ponies," Celebrate the Seasons

How cold the night! Yet, the snow glistened. In her mind's eye, in a state of semi-consciousness, Stella saw a dreamcatcher, quivering on the wind.

Minutes later, below them loomed Nine Mile Hill.Look at that!Not one musher. It stood like a symbol of the struggle ahead.Jack knew what Tom was thinking. It was a long, hard trail.

Whoa!"Stella shouted.Billy ran ahead, released his tether."Hike!""Let'sGo!"Cautiously, they continued still deeper into the darkness.The canopy dripped snow-melt onto them. Stella shivered.The sleds were silhouettes, the dogs liquid shadows."Listen, what was that?

Can we go to Alum Bay, please?" Snugs asked the moose, his little nose twitching with excitement, and his voice a little faster than usual because he couldn't wait

Poems are the music of our childhoods

We should not judge by appearances,” thought Stella. “Time shows us who we can trust. Then, folks show us their true natures. There’s nothing worse than false friends who lead us by the hand into all kinds of dangers.They have two sides—one light, one dark. Nothing’s unusual about that. But false friends take us from our true paths. I’d rather have honest enemies or rivals. They challenge us and shape us. They help us more than they know. They give us courage—something to go against.

Now, don’t laugh!” the wolf grinned, showing a fine set of wolf-like gnashers. “I’m still young at heart, and who doesn’t enjoy a fairytale, eh?”The children exchanged a glance. Billy knotted his eyebrows, and said,“So, Grandma! Tell us our mom’s name!”“Well, now,” said the wolf. “That’d be Ariana!”“Correct!” Billy said, unsmiling. He imagined he was Mr. Brindley from his senior school.“And how about my birthday?” whispered Stella, wide-eyed.“Now then, my pretty little Sagittarius. Let me see!