Wind blowing my dark long hair,
Races running everywhere
1st,2nd,3rd,then 4th and up coming the lucky 5th.Surely you see,
To run like the wind so fast and so free
Getting tired and getting puffed,and at the end you've had enough!
But it was worth every single race,I'm very glad I finished the race.
A great poem Oliveti, you used good rhyming words
ReplyDeleteThis is just amazing Oliveti!
ReplyDeleteI loved the picture you have added!
You were surely puffing after the long race!
Sweet & Short Poem!
Well Done!