I hear the hoofbeats,
upon the flying dust.
I see the jump as it
comes closer into view.
I feel the jump under me,
as my horse and I sail over it.
With the wind pulling my hair
with it as it flies past.
The bright blue sky
has clouds swimming through it.
As colors paint the sky,
it’s a beautiful afternoon to be riding.
I can see the plants as they try
to fly but their roots stay grounded.
The trees stay still like thick metal poles.
Gorzycki Middle School
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