Splash Mountain Narrative Poem

Here’s a TBT poem I wrote when I was in the seventh grade. Enjoy!

As I wait in line, I stare at this monster waterfall.

My nerves feel like a spring as my heart beats eighty miles an hour.

My mom and I look at each other like are we crazy to get on this thing?

The palms of my hands start to sweat as we step into our seats.

We are fastened into our seats.

The seats are shaped like logs as we went down the dark tunnel.

My mom is holding on for dear life.

Water is rushing under my feet like water running into a bathtub.

From the bare rabbits that play the banjo to the bears that roared.

We couldn’t believe our eyes at what we were seeing and going through a vast, dark tunnel.

The quacking of ducks and crocks of frogs’ sound.

The tunnel was so long I thought it would never end.

The tracks made a silent stop.

My heart dropped as the clanging of the tracks came back.

My throat was filled with air, and I couldn’t hear my scream.

Water splashed on me like a giant wave pushing me to shore.

The feeling of being back on the ground was a blessing.

We got our picture of falling, and I didn’t even smile.

My eyes looked like they’ve seen a ghost.

We laughed our heads off that we had the guts to get on it.

Published by Allistar Banks-Author

Allistar Banks is a multi-genre author of several books ranging from children to young adult fiction. A Professional Pet Sitter by day, novelist by night, she received her Bachelor of Science degree in Mass Communications from Lander University. A McCormick, SC native, she is a lover of southern cuisine, the mountains, local art, and history.

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