Sitting in our black Chevrolet
Waiting for my mom to pack the ham sandwiches
My feet kick back and forth
My hands are tucked under my thighs
My mom gets in and starts to drive
The rumble of the engine startles me
My shoulders slightly relax as I see the green trees fly by
The hum of the music coming from the radio fills my ears
My mom's thumbs drum against the wheel to the beat.
I turn my head out to the window and see the array of colors
Blues,yellows, greens, reds.
Any color of flower is displayed in an art form
I feel the corners of my eyes prick with tears
Tears of joy.
My little legs take me out of the car
The fresh smell of flowers hit me straight in the face
I look to my mom for reassurance before sprinting
Into the field of magic
The feel of the petals on my fingertips make my heart
So full.
I wish I could go back.
Hello, my name is Riley Looft. I am currently in my sophomore year at Saint Peter High School. Writing for me is a sense of peace. Getting stuck in your world that you created is something that I want to keep forever. Having the opportunity to take this class makes me feel so grateful and I hope that the grade below me will have the choice to take this class too. The poem I wrote was written from personal aspects. I had a dream that this happened and I used it for this class and turned it into a poem. There was a song playing over and over in my head while I wrote it and I would say it helped a lot in the process.