A POEM BY MADDIE COLEMAN 8 YRS OLD
The saddle is on my back
I feel great joy
I dash across the race field
As an autumn tint of gold
Wind blows my mane
The wind shapes my mane into a crown
Then the crown disappears
I keep running to meet the moon
I win in my tournament
The other team sends a letter of anger in the wind
I feel like a star shooting across a sky of people yelling
All of them yelling
Yelling just my name
I vanish and then appear out of the pine trees
The pine trees bow to me in the wind
They bow showing how happy they are for me winning
My owner puts me back in the barn filled with total darkness
It's soundless
A whine escapes my mouth
I feel like the barn cat had wacked the fun out of my body
Now I feel blacked out with sadness
1 comment:
What a wonderful poem from a child so young! Maddie obviously lives around horses. She also has something in common with Emily Dickinson, America's finest poet of almost 200 years ago. Emily lived in Amherst, Mass. close to us here. She wrote many poems, but never put a title on any of them.
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