One of our P7 poets has been reading and researching poetry in her own time. We’ve been using metaphors and similes in our poems this week and she brought in this poem to show me this morning. This is a wonderful piece and I am impressed that Evie has taken time to find a poem that fits so perfectly with our current focus.

My Heart

Now I can run on the wind

My skin like a velvet shiver on the breeze

My hooves passing over the grass

In leaps too great to be measured

My mane trembling like the boiling clouds

You will feel my breath

In the sounds of the sky

Now I can run

In these great wild rolling hills of time

I am free

I am really free

Hear in

The

Spaces of

Your heart

Edited and typed by Evie