Think Your Work is Bad? NO WAY! Blog Archive on September 11, 2009, 8:00

by Violet Inkpen, age 13

I’ve been making up stories and poems for as long as I can remember. It doesn’t mean I was good at it. I’ve also loved horses for that long too. No matter how weird my writings were people believed in me. My mom included. I wanted to share a poem I wrote when I was little, about eight or so, and show you the mind of a very young Violet Inkpen.

A wild heart that learns to fly
Is a happy heart, don’t ask me why
The horse that runs wild and free
Is the perfect sight for a gal like me.

Running, trotting, as