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Our text was the poem “The Snow Mare” by N. Scott Momaday, posted below.
Our prompt was: “Write about bursts of soft commotion.“
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The Snow Mare by N. Scott Momaday In my dream, a blue mare loping, Pewter on a porcelain field, away. There are bursts of soft commotion Where her hooves drive in the drifts, And as dusk ebbs on the plane of night, She shears the web of winter, And on the far, blind side She is no more. I behold nothing, Wherein the mare dissolves in memory, Beyond the burden Of being.