Nicole Anne Sia

Freshman - 521 Points (August 8,1998)

My Master's Tale - Poem by Nicole Anne Sia

The moonlight wavered as the clouds drift by
Sprinkled our heads with sheer white snow.
My neigh faltered as I uttered a cry
Seeing things dim, nothing aglow.

My master seemed to have felt my pretense
But he patted my neck instead.
'Are we now stopping by a shaft? ' I sensed
'Why don't we simply move ahead? '

Our camaraderie seemed to jolt him
Awakened him from his daydream.
He reacted urgently to my whim
Altering previously-planned schemes.

We hurdled past twigs and branches
My hooves left irregular trails.
We hurried as time fixed the lost chance
To make it up to my master's tale.

Topic(s) of this poem: horse, master, reply


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written in November 2014. We had an activity at school of writing a reply to a poem.

This poem intends to 'reply' to Robert Frost's 'Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening'.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2015



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