Thursday, June 4, 2015

Cross country

Cross Country Acrostic Poem

        Cross country 
        Running hard
        Ouch I tripped
        Shoes splattered with mud
        Stinging eyes
 
        Cold hands
        Oh I fell over
        Under the sky
        No chance of cleanliness 
        Teeth chattering
        Running hard 
         Yelling parents at the finish line

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