Treasure Island

Christina J. Williams


Jessica Rekos


Jessica rides on her horse, Rocky, as they gallop to the Lord's house.
She loved horses and will now have her very own horse to gallop and play on in Heaven

Jessica will watch over her brother and best friend, Travis, as he goes through the journey of life.
Being his rock.
By making sure he does not fall of the horse completely.

Submitted: Thursday, December 27, 2012
Edited: Friday, December 28, 2012

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

** This poem is in memory of Jessica Rekos, one of the children who died in the Sandy Hook shooting. Jessica was six year old and when she turned ten she was supposed to get her very own horse but that dream ended.

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