So... we're doing a poetry unit in English, so I wanted to give it a try. It's a different kind than the rhyming one, and I'm awful at it, Please don't be mean about it... please.

Well, here goes nothing.

I am the wind. I am the wind. 

At the start line, a hundred

meters to my 

victory.

The block claps and I run.

But I am not fast, so I am

                                                    falling

                                    falling

                   falling

behind.

I am the wind, the sky, fast as

anything, I think

All I want is to run, Run, RUN,

and not gasp for breath.

To fly across the ground

and my legs not give out.

But I cannot, can't speed up

And watch them go on

without me.

Okay, so that was sucktastic. My first hundred meter dash was awful, but I'm faster and luckier now. Anyways, teh stuff we're reading is "Crossover" and "Brown Girl Dreaming." Check them out if you want to.

So... by, I'm gonna laugh at how bad that was now.

ROBIN OUT!