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