You can’t jump a chasm in two leaps.
For Roscoe James, the thought of reading to the entire school, was like looking down into the depths of a deep, wide chasm knowing the prize lay on the other side. I explained that he needed to boldly walk backwards. Pause. Take a deep, deep breath before running as fast and hard as he could towards the ravine before leaping with all his might.
And what a leap he took.
The Hill Of Death
The wheel of my bike met the rim
Before me lay a gravely death like hill
This looks grim
This surely, will need a lot of skill
Release the brakes
Forget the risk
I’ll do whatever it takes
Now I am going fast and very brisk
Suddenly I hear a shuddering crash
Quick, slam on the brakes
THEN….. I hear the smash
Forgetting the stakes
Suddenly I find myself on the ground
Forget the pain
I wonder how I got downed
Ignoring the red stain
Get out the first aid
Bandages cutting a swath
The red stains begin to fade
Looks like we may need a wet cloth
The context of my poem is about when my family went to Windsor Great Park. It was the day. I learnt not to slam on the brakes when going down a steep hill and that gravel is incredibly painful when you fall on it. The background influence behind the poem is the love of being outside, doing something enjoyable that the whole family can be part of. One interesting structural device that I used in this poem is a repeating rhyme scheme set within short, regular stanzas. Roscoe James
Great work Roscoe. Welcome to the other side.