Friday, December 05, 2008

"The Race"

Bike riding feels like the wind
blowing in my cold ear

It sounds like a white wolf
howling at night

I see the big mountain
with my bright eyes

I taste victory
when I start a race

It smells like maple syrup in the sky

-

Jason Z. age 8 years
Matamoras, PA
Taking Care, 2008 December
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1 comment:

  1. sararah12/05/2008 12:04 PM

    *snap*snap*snap*

    I really do like the line "It smells like maple syrup in the sky." Some delicious imagery there :)

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