I’m thankful
for horses.
They gallop
in the wind
like a lion’s
mane flowing
in the breeze,
like a poet’s
mind thinking of
ideas forever.

I love
being a poet.
I write
about
horses, thankful
for jazz music
forever.

Thankful horses,
glad to sleep.
Poets love
to write
about anything
they want.
Also God’s soul
rest in peace
without being disturbed
forever.

Forever, at
bedtime, I think
thankful horses
should do silly
dances and
act like
clowns. I
wish I was
a real
poet.

By Jalen, 4th grade
[photo by Ingrid0804 via flickr]