| The Ramp | ||||||||||
| I wrote this when I was in 8th grade | ||||||||||
| As I stand at the top of the hill I stand very still Will I survive this nightmare Or will I get eaten by a bear? My neighbor says it's my turn to go I back up and get read for my hair to blow As I jump into the sled, I think, oh Lord, I could soon be dead! As I dodge the tree, and then the fence, I get the feeling of suspense The ramp, I see it Now I'm scared just a bit If I miss, I'll land in the creek, And I'm already feeling weak! I made it, I jumped the creek, Now if my neighbor misses he'll feel like a geek. Now, two years later, we are both still alive How, no one knows, I guess we just thrive. |
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