Jazz & Jess's Poem

• Jasmin Bouwman, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2008

Running Freely, no planes ahead, wild horses is what an old man said. Hoof are clashing, mains are flicking, as they gallop with the colours of the earth. They travel in herds looking after one another and stick together as if they were brothers. Cracking of the whips or cracking of the lighting, day or night, hail or storm their journey has just begun. The stallion of the samurai, is fierce, but so kind, any path of danger is never hard to find. His pitch black glows in the dusk, his story never wrong but his tale always right. He leads the pack, but all free spirit. But like the elder always say “With their will there's defiantly a way!”