I want the luck of a horse who gets offered a treat at the end of a long ride on the beach with the waves splashing and curling ,
Of an eagle when it spots the perfect fat mouse for it tea whilst flying high about the fields,
Of that glass that was dropped but never smashed or spilled the coke I wasn’t meant to be drinking,
Of my old hamster called Ginger who could sleep all day and party all night keeping me up due to the noise,
Of a blue tit who can fly up into the blue sky away from danger.
By Eleanor 🙂
hey ellie i love your poem becuse it has horses in it :]
That was amazing very descriptive
Well done with the edits Eleanor. It makes your poem’s images rich.
The first line is my favourite.