by Sammy Jay
Welcome to the world!
Shambling as a fresh foal
over fresh fields of Elysium.
I took breath,
gave time and smiles – fine times,
with a perfect west wind skirting the track
and the sun setting beyond barbed wires.
The sky gives a giving glow,
nudges us lightly to the brink –
night out, lights out, and I shall see
everything.
Spring has brightened my gagged spirit,
and given it voice. So as spring turns
to summer, as we foals learn to gallop the plains –
laughing out loud –
I shall sing it all – like Orpheus, leaving the dead lands.
Sammy Jay is a 1st Year English Student and is (wrongly) convinced that he is Shelley.
The Pygmy Giant 