Blow on it, blow on it,
some one said
as I sat and watched
my knee turn red.
I was running too fast
across the dirt,
then I tripped and fell
that's how I got hurt.
I shouldn't have been running.
I wish I hadn't fell.
My bleeding knee
hurts like
stones in my shoes.Can you find the simile in the last stanza? Today's writing challenge is a little different. Either write your own poem about getting hurt, or try re-writing the last stanza of my poem.
