Your Poem:
The Broken Horse I arrived quite promptly at the market square hoping a buyer of my horse would be there I required the pounds for a debt I'd pay On a drunken wager lost yesterday Since I hadn't the coinage to make the debt good I had three horses and one of them could The oldest was frail and sickly indeed and this one I'd barter to cover the deed "Damn this mare," I mused to myself “I had two others in much greater health" and this one I marched to the market square a crooked old horse and a broken down mare I grinned at the fancy of the next to own her, Indeed he would curse me, that dejected owner But of concern to me was a debt to be paid regardless of trade or deceit that I played It soon became solid as the day wore on I would have no purchaser for which to pawn this decrepit old mare I began to detest and I lowered her price to a second-best The market square secured its shops as dark clouds clustered over naked tree tops and the sun sunk low in the village West along with the outlay to an any-best The beast was not fancied, and this seemed certain The village fled home, from the stormy curtain that swelled to black in the Eastern sky and men scurried by as loud as I'd cry A gale wind coughed and I fell chilled to the bone the eve had fallen and I surrendered home The distance was great so I left the square with arrears unsettled on a crooked mare The air was ice and inkwell black I made haste homeward, I headed back to the simple cottage on the seashore's shelf lived in by none but my ripe-aged self I charged on thunder while galloping East through a wooded trail of many o' beast yet the clouds cracked open and wept their souls as I dashed up the way of mud-filled holes With reins in hand and hooves at trail I galloped away on a mount so frail that she cracked as a twig and fell to the ground I drew my colt and she neighed no sound As I scurried on foot through the sleeting air I heard the wind whisper a whimper where the pitch of night stood -- front, back and side the whimper of mourn when the living has died A cold like steel had ripped me apart considering the dead I rushed without heart I raced the beast at continual strain blind to the animal's compiling pain My pace had quickened at this culpable thought and through the sea of sleet I fought my way to safety; to my shelter on the shore where the unrested being will concern me no more But the horror had established its truth at once when I heard a neigh from the broken horse that I erased with my colt -- a shot to the head and checked it for life; I'm sure she was dead Yet now I gathered the following steps of the once-dead beast and then perhaps the dragging sound of a twisted hoof as it scrapped the rocks in horrid proof that the horse's immortal was haunting its master -- the soul that slew her was the whole she was after "Away, you pest," I snapped at the wind but it squalled all the greater and stinging again, pulling and tugging at my buttoned coat seam whilst infecting my ears with a yowling scream For many o' mile I charged through the rain to flee this beast of wandering pain Its horrible hoof lay scratching the stones and flushing a madness through my very bones Finally I broke through the fields of my home and fixed my sight on its comforting stone. I broke with a passion whilst gasping for air since I knew at the cottage, my saneness was there Upon reaching the door, I spun wide around to see only sleet and a fallow ground I found no hoofed-demon as I imagined last I bent over heaving, as convulsions passed I studied the earth at a branch I could feel lodged in the rear of my split boot heel that mimicked the sound of a dragging hoof my fear was madness as there lay the proof I mused at the fancy of my spurious fright, of fleeing from ghosts in the midst of night I unbolted the door and my cheeks flushed red as, there stared the mare with a gap in her head.

Your Poem:
I remember when life was good The trees were green The flowers were big and pretty I was happy. The sun was shining upon me and made a beautiful reflection. The birds sang and lied down by my side And the fish swam through me. The animals played around me We had so much fun in the good times. Now the bad times are here; the animals are dead. The birds won’t sing they’re very sad now. I’ve been poisoned, now I am dying And all I have left are memories. BY SARAH LOUISE CUTLER AGE 9 BASE 4

Your Poem:
Moonlit day As a moonlit day You shine upon me, wonderous man, the sun at nite cast´s it´s beams upon me like your smile that makes the pace of my heart skip a beat All I need, all the fulfillment there is, is there only with you in my dreams Oh, how cruel it seems that I can not be near you. You are not mine to be.....But someone elses

Your Poem:
its like having a guitar without no strings its like head banging with a love song on its like eating bricks thats how i feel no where to go no1 to talk to no1 to trust no1 to see now the love has gone its all been taken away from me u snatched it away u took my heart im so sorri to say but i love you girl whats the point of living whats the point at all if i cant have you vicki my whole world would be so small