*Through Rosalind's perspective*
On our great horses we encountered a man
Who shot at us from a far
His arrows like a shooting star
We shot at his horse and the man fell down
His horse's fur is red but was once brown
Petra didn't since a thing of that from where she sat
We found the horse but not before the others
At a farm, a group of men, children and their mothers'
They ran never seeing horses like ours'
Not knowing their ability or their powers
So we rode away waiting for a new day
YOU ARE READING
The Chrysalids Poems
PoetryThis is a school project i decided to put on here. For every chapter of The Chrysailds (there are 17 of them) i will write a poem. I hope you enjoy and if you haven't read The Chrysailds by John Wyndham there are going to be spoilers. I recommend...
