The Ride Of My Life

• Zali Stevens, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2022

My legs hurt, my arms hurt, my hands are trembling with fear
Queuing is the worst, so why am I here?
I look to my left and see hundreds and thousands of yapping people. I am next, what do I do?
I hop in and check my harness is on tight.
Without a clue the ride slowly goes up up down woosh wish, “ahhhhhhhh!” I scream
Skrrrrt! “Hop out to your left” said the grumpy worker and that was it, the ride of my life.