King Of The Land

• Jessamy Bennett, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2008

There he stood so tall and proud
Blue and silver in a cloud
No way could he go mental
His eyes were just o’ so gentle
His stride was o’ so graceful
That it looked positively wonderful,
His mane flowed in ripples
Down his mane it trickles,
He was way taller then me
But small compared to the willowy trees
Many a men awoke and got out of bed
When a note so musical come from his head,
All because he was king of this land