A Peek in our Schoolroom: Bud's Bucephalus

I asked if I could write my horse's story as a poem instead of a short story. Mom seemed to think that it sounded like a fine idea for a third grader! So, I tried to make a poem that sounded like Bucephalus wrote it. And here it is!

The Day I Saw Alex Fall

by Bucephalus, The War Horse

He looked proud in saddle tall,

Yet I knew that he would fall...

For that horse was bound to trip

And at that, his reigns would rip!

Into the sky I saw him tumble,

When he hit ground I heard a rumble.

Then he realized I am the one.

Back to me he came and we WON!