A Boy and His Hat

My name is Ray. I live on a farm. This is my hat.

My hat has horns like my bull. Gran made it for me.

I ride my bull to the next farm, just for fun. We do some jumps.

The wind picks up. I tell my hat to stay on. It wants to fly.

It lifts up and sails off to the next hill. Can we get to it in time?

I say, this hat is on a quest. I want it to land, but it is way up in the sky!

It starts to rain. I must go home for the day, hat or no hat.

We stay on the trail. The drops of rain make my scalp all wet.

My hat! Did it snag on the gate? A ray of sun on a day of rain.

I jam my hat back on, and we play as the sun sets.