First Race

As I ride up to the gate, I hear the loud noise of the horses feet pouding against the ground. All of a sudden, my stomach goes into knots. I can tell this is not going to be a good run.

As the gate opens, my horse runs through the barrel pattern. Every time I kick, I feel my horse jerk forward, and every time I turn around the barrels, I feel him lean to the side.

All of a sudden, my stomach feels fine, and as I pass the finish line, my horse jerks to a stop.

When I get in the gate, I look at my time. "5.4 seconds! That is the best time I have ever gotten!" I yell to myself. I feel so proud.

Ruby Keefe
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School
M

Ms. Gormly

VT

YWP Instructor

More by Ms. Gormly

See all

  • Poetry

    By Ms. Gormly

    Misty Morning

    Misty morning

    Sailing on the open sea early in the morning.

    The mist surrounds me.

    The wind is howling just like a wolf wood at the moon. 

     I fell free, gliding across the cobalt blue ocean staring at the sky

    Read More

  • Poetry

    By Ms. Gormly

    Bird

    Bird


    Flapping,

    Fluttering,

    Flying through the air,

    The warm breeze flowing through my feathers,

    The sweet smell of nectar fills the air,

    I swoop down to the flowers,

    I see buds on the trees,

    Read More

  • Poetry

    By Ms. Gormly

    Maple Syrup


    Maple Syrup

    Sugary water,
    dripping,
    dripping,
    Slowly filling up the buckets,
    Maple boiling,
    Until at last,
    Sugar,
    Slow moving,
    delicious,
    dropping onto your pancakes,

    Read More