Our 11yo daughter was encouraged by the response to her older sister’s blog posts, and asked that we post these poems, written about a trail ride from last month.
BEAR BROOK STATE PARK
We’re going to Bear Brook Park today
On the trails, Jasper will lead the way.
He’s prancing, snorting, and kicking up his heels
Happy, excited, and hyper he feels!
For lunch we stopped at a little clearing overlooking a lake. This is what happened:
At Bear Brook State Park
Jasper really left his mark.
When he tried to eat some moss,
We all thought he was a silly hoss!
After lunch, we walked through an enormous forest of pine trees.
Proud, tall, and erect,
Pine trees pointed in lines stand,
Pointing to heaven.
We came to a tree root. It was sticking out of the ground like a step. By this time, Dad and my brother were riding Zip and my sister and I were riding Jasper.
When we came to a root in the ground
Zip stepped over the little mound
Jasper, however, would not step up,
And instead he sprang over and up!