Mar
8
Some serious poetry. From a serious 7th grader.
“Untitled”
See me slide, over the concrete, so smooth and sleek and slick!
It helps me to glide ever so wide, and do my fancy tricks.
When the music plays, I could feel all day, as though I’m a part of it.
I skate real fast, and then at last, I do my triple-toe lutz,
But as I land, I’m afraid my hand has gotten in the way. I’m such a klutz!
I settle down upon the ground - I think it’s time to stop.
But tomorrow is another day, when I will glide and slide and hop!