Wednesday 5 April 2017

My poem


Kieran’s Poem

Lining up to the starting line.      
Getting ready to run.                     
Waiting for the gun.                    
Suddenly the gun fires I sprint away.
Leaving everyone behind.                     
Not a footprint insight.                              
No one catches me.                                
While I run like lighting.                           
I'm as quick as a flash.                                     
I cross the finish line with excitement
the crowd cheers me on
as I lift up the trophy with pride.
I had made my family
so happy
I had the best time of my life.

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7 comments:

  1. Unknown5 April 2017 at 18:21

    Hi Kieran, I love your poem. You always make me happy and proud of you.

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    1. Unknown25 September 2017 at 10:17

      Kia Ora

      Thank you I always try my best in events like this

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  2. Unknown5 April 2017 at 18:21

    Hi Kieran, I love your poem. You always make me happy and proud of you.

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  3. Unknown6 April 2017 at 06:33

    Hi Kieran, That is just like you, you are always the winner, and it really makes us proud.

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    1. Unknown25 September 2017 at 10:18

      Kia Ora

      Thank you I always try hard to make you guys proud and most of the time I come out with the good results.

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  4. Unknown24 April 2017 at 07:35

    wow Kieran. Great stuff!! I LOVE your poem. Your a poet, and you didnt even know it.

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    1. Unknown25 September 2017 at 10:19

      Kia Ora

      Thank you for your comment I am not used to writing poems but I got some good comments so I must of done some good work.

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