Tuesday, 13 August 2013

Cross country practise poem

Jogging like a

scared pig. My

heart beating

like a drum.

Puffing like the

wind. Looking

at the finish line.

Sprinting like I

am chasing my

dinner. Cross

country is fun.



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  1. awesome room 1020 August 2013 at 16:36

    This is a cool poem Fergus. Where did you get the idea of running like a scared pig from?
    Kate

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