Poetry

Quick Dash

I canter, I glide,

run away with the tide.

 

I frolic, I flee,

scramble up an oak tree.

 

I weave, I skate,

along the frozen lake.

 

I stumble, I fall,

become a great ball.

 

I roll, I turn,

will I ever learn?

 

I collide, I crash,

what a euphoric dash!

 

I stand, I face,

life at my own pace.