Playing with my six-year-old daughter is basically just sitting there as she tells you what to imagine. You can even scroll through your phone as you play. You just have to nod every once in a while. But if you listen, here’s what you get:
My mane is rainbow and so is my tail My body is the color of Eleanor’s winter jacket And my eyes are sparkle blue And then my hooves are light purple with silver polka dots back and front My legs look the same as my body My horn is white with yellow stars and rainbow shoots coming out of the stars, shooting stars The fur on my face is white, ice white And then I have a flower in my mane that is light purple with red pollen and it’s on my left side and it’s the size of my palm And then the flower petals are heart shaped So that’s what I look like I control weather, seasons, snow, summer, mud season and fall, and spring and winter And nature and I also control night and day and moon and sun and everything in the sky And my name is Snowflake
I love this poem. My second favorite is this one: “I have a horse” by Tomaž Šalamun.