It was Physical Education Class
They were meeting at the track
The boy hid in the crowd
Tried crouching down in back
On the cinder track were hurdles
Something that he couldn’t do
Being shy and uncoordinated
How to do it? He had no clue
The teacher searched, spotted him
Told him that it was his turn
He lined up with the other boys
The whistle blew, his legs churned
The first hurdle in front of him
He stopped, climbed over it
His classmates laughed at him
His teacher was having a fit
Round the corner, on he ran
From his teacher expected the worse
On the teacher’s face was a smile
Somehow he came in first
Tuesday, June 14, 2022