with a flick
of my toe.
This poem has a lot of "r" words. Have you ever had rock races with a friend? The one that kicks the hardest, or has the biggest rock, isn't always the winner. It takes practice to be a good rock kicker.
I like rocks a lot. I have a growing collection of rocks. (Did I ever tell you about my friend who collected rocks when he was a kid? He had such a nice collection that when he grew up he sold his collection and had enough money to put a down payment on his house.) Can you write your own poem about rocks today? Have fun.