I walk beside him <br />Scared to death. <br />I smile trying not to show it. <br />He smirks back. <br />He knows I’m faking, <br />he knows I want to turn and run. <br />Run as fast as I can home. <br />Home- oh I wish to see it again. <br />Oh dear mama, <br /> I love you. <br />I don’t want to die. <br />I’m only 8. <br />It looks so high <br />I climb on, green faced, <br />Heart pounding <br />Over under, over under <br />Loopdy loop, dive. <br />It’s all over, <br />The roller coaster of death. <br />I put my feet on the ground, <br />glad to see it on my own terms. <br />I look up at him laughing, <br />“I did it, I won the dare! ” I say.<br /><br />Leah Johnston<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fair-narrative-poem/
