The Old Me Poem by Reyna Cheyenne

The Old Me



The ground beneath my feet
The wind in my face
Along with the sting on my hands
While running past 1st base

Around the corner
Down to 2nd
Now to finish off to 3rd
Now sliding to home

Another score on the board
Ball over the fence
Ground underneath me
Whiling I’m doing sprints

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