This is called an 'I Am' poem designed to describe myself |
I AM September 3, 2006 I I AM I AM knee-deep in dust off dry trails I AM the sound of cowboy boots on crunchy dirt I AM the heave of hooves and noisy leather and jangling metal shanks in fresh animal-scented air. I AM excited, yes, but afraid and nervous I AM self-assured and courageous. Call it curiosity. Call it daring. Call it bravado. Call it here I AM and let’s see what I can do with the task at hand. I AM the best I can be I AM an adventure. An adventure in stirrups and strings I AM ankles brushed by black corduroy I AM inside pant legs like flexible hollow logs I AM held together by the glue of cumulus I AM colors that rise and set with the sun that drips off mountains and puddles in canyons. I AM a study in painted light and pencilled shadows I AM anticipation and hope and an undying faith I AM serendipity and joy I AM timidity and inhibition I AM sunlight on chrome fenders I AM spokes that click when they spin I AM coyotes parting prairie grass that blow with the scented sage I AM, most of all, trusting my faith to and growing in God I AM the cold concrete I AM envisioning stars on a chilly night I AM feet planted in snow I AM diamonds under streetlights I AM stillness in a winter night I AM the wind as it dances in your ears I AM the lean on a fence I AM the dogs barking in the dark from yard-to-yard in the distance I AM stomping hooves in the morning hay, and the rustling of restless feet I AM the crunch of grain and the smell of sweet feed in munching muzzles I AM the corridors and elevators of pied notes I AM never-ending worlds of tones and harmony I AM well-deserved rests upon wooden instruments I AM alive with tremulous strings I AM I |