Under A River! -A Miners Poem

• Sasha Brooks, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2015

Sitting down below,
Hearing the water flow,
Feeling lots of thirst,
I am really at my worst,
My tummy starts to grumble,
As I think of apple crumble,
I stand up as I mumble,
To myself but then I stumble,
Upon a tiny key,
The size of what..a flea,
I spot my beautiful reflection,
On one tiny section,
Of the little key,
The size of a flea,
I realize this is nothing,
This little key I'm touching,
It's really just a fake,
I really want to bake,
The yummy apple crumble,
That made my tummy grumble.