wee words for wee ones
...once a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Race Day
On my mark,
I am set.
Whistle blows
Off like a jet.
Sprinting fast,
Down the track.
Other runners
Watch my back.
Cross the line,
I am first!
Full of pride,
I could burst.
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