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