Tuesday, 29 July 2014

Circuit Poem

               Circuits are when I exercise my body.

            I see lots of people exercising and not stopping even though they feel tired.

            I hear  people puffing and a whistle blowing.

  I smell sweaty bodies, sand, wet puddles and fresh air everywhere.

             I touch the ground, the wall and the sand.

 Circuits.


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