POETRY IN MOTION
INFANTS' SPORTS DAY
There's always one little girl or boy
Who has a rotten race,
Thought that they would come in first
Or if not, second place.
But it doesn't go according to plan,
It just is not their day.
When the others have crossed the line,
They've only run half way.
So they give up, they stop and stand
And then begin to cry.
Sad and lonely, mortified,
Not understanding why.
There's always a crowd of mums and dads
Who yell at them to run,
To make them think they're not alone
When all is said and done.
There's always the jolly teacher
Who says "You're nearly there -
Come on you can do it!"
There's always an end to despair.
And so they run the last few yards,
They cross the line and hear
Everyone is on their side -
They get the biggest cheer.
They're always patted on the back.
They come in last - but win.
That little face so sad a while
Is now a mighty grin.
They feel this is their moment
And somewhere in the crowd
A mum and dad are holding hands
And feeling very proud.
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INFANTS` SPORTS DAY
INFANTS` SPORTS DAY
