Aren’t ponies the best? The apple-cheeked children in this collection of short poems certainly think so. “My pony knows me./ He hears me when I come,” says a girl pushing a wheelbarrow full of carrots ...

Sometimes there are “accidents waiting to happen,” and sometimes there are “happy accidents.” This story is about the latter. It’s about an Oregon girl, a poem she wrote about her pony, a Chesapeake ...