Lauren Street
English II
Ms. McKoy
15 March 2013
From
Life to Death
“Come on you stupid hag, you’re only five years
old.”
The girl was trying to make me jump!
“Just get on with the show, my friends are getting
cold.”
I haven’t been trained, I’ve never even jumped. Not
even a little hump!
She jumped off my back and walked away
My reins were handed to a stable boy
He gave me a brush down while I ate some hay
“You don’t deserve this boy, I’m sorry it’s this
way.”
The next day I was put in a big metal box
“Ha, you stupid horse. I’ll get a better one!”
I didn’t know where I was going and I felt as small
as a fox.
I just wanted to please someone and be told I’m the
one.
I was standing in the pen with a dozen other horses.
I didn’t know why we were here
I heard yelling and someone said “HE’S THE MAIN
COURSE!”
All these men were staring and sipping their beer
“Going once, going twice, SOLD!!!!”
I had just been bought by a man in yellow
I just knew his heart was cold
“Come on, take your horse. You there! Young fellow!”
I was shoved in another metal box
Only this time it was already crowded
This time I had as much room as a fox
We were all tied up and bounded
They didn’t even give us time to get to our feet
They whipped us to go in the direction they wanted
I was just standing, getting whipped and beat
I had been here only an hour, but my thoughts were
already haunted
They pinned my down and put a nail in my head
Next they stripped me of my skin
“Come on” I thought, I already wish I were dead
I even wish I were back in that pen
After I thought it was over, they hurt me more
No one deserves this, not even the worst
I was trembling all the way down to the core
I guess no one loves me; I should have known that at
first
I was hung up by my hooves
This is it I guess, but I had no goodbyes to give
My journey is not going to improve
It just is not my time to live
I closed my eyes and started to drift
This is it
Why me? What did I do wrong?
All I ever wanted to do was give someone lucky all
my love
Lauren, I really like your blog topic. You can tell by all of your work that you are passionate about your topic. With you being a horse lover yourself, It makes your work extra credible. I enjoyed your poem because you did it from the horses perspective. That is hard to capture, since we are extremely different from them, but if we could hear what they thought I think your poem captured it perfectly. Do you want to take your research further after this project is done?
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