When I was free,
I used to run like the wind.
Galloping through the tall green grass.
Letting the wind go through my tail,
And rustle between the hairs of my
Mane.
Playing games in the dry canyon walls,
to finding new places and adventures
through out my area.
I was the leader of the heard.
And with that job came responsibility.
A lot of it.
Hope you like it, please comment:), I maybe change the last bit
Nini
Playing games in the dry canyon walls,
to finding new places and adventures
through out my area.
I was the leader of the heard.
And with that job came responsibility.
A lot of it.
Hope you like it, please comment:), I maybe change the last bit
Nini
1 comment:
I love your poem so far! In almost every line there is a sensory image. I liked how you put the last line by itself because it emphasizes it. I can't wait to see your final draft!
Great job, Janine!
-Shakaed
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