Tuesday, 14 August 2012

My poetical heart

I stop to look on at the cows under the oaks, their tails swishing up onto their bony hips and the midges floating in organized circles around one another. The sun's beams filter through the leaves and find my hair and adds a sparkle to my eyes and a rush of colour to my cheeks. I stop to look on, it may be simple to you, but not to me and my poetical heart.

-Joanna Grace

1 comment:

  1. The cows looks peaceful, and I like your thinking here. It Is a nice poem. Very well written.