First Place Poem by Kera Davis

First Place



Standing at the start line
Ready to take off
With 4 other runners
She’s sure to win
In lane 3
Its her lucky lane
When the gun is shot
All 5 if them run
She’s in the lead
Running as fast as a cheetah
With the wind blowing through her hair
She’s filled with pride
1 more lap to go
Trying even harder to stride
She makes it to the finish line
Finished in recorded time
She comes home with a ribbon
With the biggest smile on her face
So big, as if she won a million dollars
We’re so pride of her
She’s proud of herself
So proud that she…..
Took home first place.

KERA*

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cheryl Sebrell 15 January 2008

I like your poem, Kera.

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