Running may be funning

Running around in the fields 

giggling so hard, this ain't no battlefield

Running to go catch the person ahead

Crossing the finish line, your legs feel dead 

Shaking hands and giving hugs

all together just like we're bugs 

handing out the medals one by one 

everyone is happy because we all have won 

going home to get some rest

knowing that we tried out best

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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