Fifth graders now running, my Grandson doing his best,
keeping perfect stride, fourth one, heading for the
finish line.
Home stretch, children running their little hearts out,
vying for first place, some now sprinting ahead.
Faster and faster as the finish line gets closer, a
wonderful and thrilling race, enjoying it immensely with
family as my Grandson crosses the line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem