So for Creative Writing, I had to write a poem about a place that was important to us. I wrote about a place that I used to ride at. I would like to share it with you. I hope that you enjoy it.
The horses neigh to greet their friends.
On weekends, I rode my brown and white
Mare. She was as brown as the bark on the
Trees in the woods. Her white hair reminded me of
Freshly fallen snow.
As I rode her, harmonious music danced in my head.
My back felt like a pole poked it and straightened it up.
My legs got moved a lot; every part of me came alive,
Like I was running a race. The paths and fields were gorgeous.
They were like a pasture out west, stretching for miles and
Miles, from busy streets to quiet woodlands. And on autumn
Days, smoked wood was in the air.
I miss the farm dearly. It made me feel like a farm girl.
I love the westerly feeling of serenity, love and hope.
But I am riding today and I don’t want to hang up
My boots so fresh in life. I just will keep riding the fields
And path until I no longer can.