Poetry

My Truck
By Julia A. Keirns

I like to sit down on the floor
And play with my big truck.
I pretend that I am on a trip
And sometimes I get stuck.
Then I have to take my truck
To a man who fixes things.
And when my truck is all fixed up
I beep my horn and leave.
On my way, off I go
Where I’m going I don’t know.
I could end up anywhere
Come along, I’ll take you there.

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Storybird review – Super fun rhyming poem! I love the sense of adventure 🙂 Truck breaks down? No problem, get it fixed, and off on the next journey! Reviewed by SkyBluePurple

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