Tim McGraw is really old
Cheetahs and their young cub
Red face of anger
Thump to a halt
Think creative ideas everyday
Stubborn little sister
Teen heart
Miami not for a tennis match
Tan arms, legs in the sun
Orange juice taste awful
Pasta slides through the fork
Trees swaying in the woods
Forward the deer moves gracefully
Christmas sneakers thrown across the room
Black pens writing a thousand words
Season of the flowing stream
What you think? Let me know. I wrote this myself. It was a school project, where we had to answer questing so and then put them in a poem.
