I Am

• Tyler Johnston, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2015

I am an eagle swooping for pray.
I wonder why it is silent.
I hear the Echo of screaming.
I see the rocket through the poles.
I want to find the best team mates.
I pretend that the bomb goes boom.
I feel the wind blowing in my face.
I worry that I'm too fast.
I hope that the bullet comes to me.
I try like there's nothing left.
I wish that there is a solid silence.
I understand why I am the game.
I say I need this win.
I dream that I am ready. I am breathing heavy.
I imagine that this is it.
I believe we can do it.
I am the game...the one who rises.
I am Tyler