Mr. Austin's Class

On The Night I Was Born
By: Bruce Lansky

On the night that I was born,
it was a hot December morn.
The stars were shining bright as day.
The doctor quit and ran away.
When I popped out, my mother cried,
“It’s much too cold, get back inside.”

Out of Breath

Round and round the endless track we run
But keep circling back to where we were once before
I ran one lap then two three four
I ran one lap so see me smile
I’m so proud I ran a mile.

By: Luke