Poem: The Mustang Barn

January 16, 2012

**I wrote this poem back in 2003 when I was a junior in high school (age 16). N.B. the Mustang Barn stands for my School**

The Mustang Barn

It is dawn but there is still darkness outside
The sun has scarcely shone or shown its smile
One more boring morning has begun
She looks for the yellow undertaker
And waits, but it’s late, which she hates

She sees it approaching, making a screeching sound
Walks out of her house, down the street, and around the bend towards it
Upon reaching the Mustang Barn, she greets the brainteaser
In return, she is given hell right as the chimes begin to ring.
She survives the class, but can she remain alive for five more months?

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2 Responses to “Poem: The Mustang Barn”

  1. Eric Alagan Says:

    Well captured in words…and looks like you survived 🙂

    Like


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