Twelve
There was a cool calming breeze coming
off the lake, the smell of sweet funnel
cakes and the sound delightful
screaming were in the air. I was twelve.
I walked up the unfamiliar stairs and
stood in a long line on the Platform,
I looked up at the huge metal hill
with the steep sides,I was brave I
knew I could do this. I was twelve.
It was then my turn and I got to
my seat and was buckled in I was
trapped with nowhere to run. I was twelve.
It began, we went up and down then in
circles then upside down and spun in many
different directions. I was twelve.
The ride was over I had tears in my eyes the
beast had beaten me. I’m not as brave as I thought
to myself I am only twelve.
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Hi Ryan,
I really liked your poem. Thanks for sharing it.
Dear Ryan,
I really enjoyed your poem and thank you for sharing it. Your poem is outstanding.
Ryan, I thought your poem was terrific. The way it is written makes me feel as if I was right there on the same ride. Nice job.
Hi Ryan,
I really enjoyed your poem and thank you for sharing it. I think my twelve year old self can definitely relate to how you realized at the end that you were not as rave as you thought. Even now, I like to think that I am braver than I actually am. But, i think that is the only way to face your fears.
Hey Ryan!
Your poem is outstanding, I loved how you encompassed the entire experience of riding the roller coaster. I could picture the roller coaster, the amusement park, and you, being twelve, and how you felt before, after, and during the experience. Great job!
–Naomi