Fun Run poem

Cross country poem As I stand at my place with a shy red face for today is the day that I run at a fast pace. Already and set to make my way, with a loud clank!!! that makes me bang as I ran out the gates and into the streets. I feel the sun in my veins with burning pain. I come to the hill, for the hill you see, the hill is so high that it makes me flee I run up that hill in 5 seconds flat. As I run down the path and nearly come to an end I feel myself fall like melting ball. I try my best to stay on the run I’am almost there. As I get to the end I hear the crowd is cheering for me So I run and run and pass the line which makes me think of how I did so fine. THE END By Thomas This is my poem on the fun run I did