Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
A horse is trotting over land.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The horse is running faster to the river.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The horse has jumped off the cliff to the river.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
She is in the water.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
She is swimming on her tummy.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
Hurry, hurry, she is swimming.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
Oh no! The horse is swimming toward the waterfall.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor. Time has stopped.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor. Time is back.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor. The horse is gone.
It is a shame to see it fall.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
It is night. Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The ghost of the horse is alive!
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The horse is furious.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The horse is trotting to Mexico
where she was born.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
by Chandler, 3rd grade
Chandler is a wonderful poet. And only in 3rd grade. I love the repetition of “Sheshonshor”, the way we follow the horse even through death. Quite mystical really.
Congratulations, Chandler!
Lovely repetition, and very dramatic, like a dream-play, perhaps!
Well written.
the simplicity of her vision is perfect in it’s tale…. there is nothing as a horse.. the last two lines make it all so real…
whats his last name?
Hi Jamie, Thanks for visiting our blog. We don’t publish the last names of the writers because most are under 18 years old. What do you think of the poem?