Red sand coats my legs.
My knee stings and may be bleeding.
I think my hip hurts too.
My hands are dusty,
And my shorts are dirty.
But I made it to the base.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Red sand coats my legs.
My knee stings and may be bleeding.
I think my hip hurts too.
My hands are dusty,
And my shorts are dirty.
But I made it to the base.