Natalie Trice blogs about bags, coffee, shoes and her boys. This poem is her ode to Sports Day.
The grass is cut
The air is sweet
The mums and dads are there to meet
They talk about the day ahead
Some wish they had stayed in bed
The children walk out one by one
Fingers crossed no rain, just sun
The track is straight
The lines are bright
We hope our little ones will do alright
A sea of faces looking keen
A whistle sounds, sharp and mean
Legs and arms moving fast
Little red faces shooting past
A bean bag here
A hoop there
Please come first, if you dare
A sticker, a kiss
A photo for the ones who missed
A picnic lunch
Food to munch
Cakes shared, juice passed
A moments glory in which to bask
Sports day is so much fun
Don’t you agree, everyone?
This poem was originally published on Just Because I Love. Find out more about Natalie, the wanna be novelist and blogger, by visiting justbecauseilove.co.uk and www.passionateaboutwords.co.uk. You can also follow Natalie on Twitter @natalietrice.
