Along a lonely path I faced
I stopped beneath a lonely tree
a hole appeared,
a hole much too wide, for I
was small and not too tall
to cross over with safety.
My legs too short
the hole too wide,
the voices battled within me.
And with a run and
one big leap
I crossed the hole
with skimmed knees.
That one big step
brought me miles
my cut short.
Homeward bound.
I don't know if my teacher actually liked this but she gave it a tic and a 'well done' and even a 'a very good focus on a single moment.' She is an awesome teacher! She spends most of the time staring out the window and giving these ramdom insperational speaches and has these inspirational two minute pauses...I think she is awesome, others think she is boring but I love english soooo... hope you liked it more then my inspirational teacher, dont forget to follow and vote : )
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