Narrative poem
Cheering parents clapping all along
Run up the bumpy hill as the parents cheer along
Oh no!! my shoes are dirty as I kept running straight
Shivers I fell into mud
Screaming and hating myself
Crossing the hills one by one
Off the concrete and onto the hard grass
Untill…. I slipped again
No!!!!,my butt is dirty as i kept going on
Till I was near the end running as fast as lightning
Rushing towards the end
Yes!!!!, I made it but came last.
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