Mouth is dry
To the top
I struggle to try
Sweat riding down my back
Breathing hard
The air I lack
The sun no where to be found
The breeze however
Was the only sound
Mist covering up the air
Valley beauty
Rocks and grass everywhere
Bugs buzzing in my ear
The height
I did not fear
Mountain is steep
Feeling buried under
Ten times deep
Closed in by clouds of white
Nothing except
a little light
To the finish we strived to run
Then we stopped
We were done
Then we start the journey back
Being careful
Staying on track
Although the Sun being gone ruined the day
On the bus we left
We had fun anyway.
On the bus we left
We had fun anyway.
Beautiful, future professional poet. I can tell you now your going somewhere nana!
ReplyDeleteawe thank you leash!!!
DeleteThat is a really good poem
ReplyDeletethank you danny !!
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