The cross country poem
The cross country event was usual enough it had the mountain of cones the people the flags the cold windy sky and even red faced students
My friends my classmates and said what kids what kids do ran on the train tracks
Ran a hurry to get in the queue
Getting tired when we just started the race
Charted on the way as friends do
Puff students on the run
And tired children finishing the race
Doing what kid's love to do