Race

• Keandre Moore, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2017

I sprinted 50, 40, 30,
My knees were sore, red and dirty.
The fullback chased me so I had to bolt,
We lost that and it's all my fault.
It was like the Origin Queensland vs Blues,
They always win and we always lose.
Coach said I could’ve scored a try,
I looked at my team with tears in their eyes.

I felt angry and I felt bad
I felt sorry for the team they were all sad,
I needed to make it up to them some way
I said “How about we go out to KFC today?”