The Strawberry Poem.

Soaked with sweat
Blazing sun
Felt like I'd been
Shot with a gun.
Leaning down
Many a time
My hands covered
With red gooey slime.
Needing a break
It was so hot
I could barely think.
Finally, finally,
Our dad says we can stop.
Right when he said that
I was so happy I almost
Collapsed and dropped.
When we get back
We nearly have an
Unlimited supply
Of Strawberries

And im sorry I haven't posted anything in a while but I hope I come up with more stuff soon :D. Oh and I wrote this poem a while ago.

Hey Everyone!

Hey! This is my first blog and im going to get on from time to time. I hope to add a lot of stuff to this blog.

~Noah~