Walking On the Highway
Walking on the highway;
Making sure it’s clear.
Looking up and down the road.
There ain’t nobody here.
The night is getting darker
There ain’t no one around
Until I walked a few more steps
And then I heard a sound.
Creeping up behind me
Faster and faster it seemed
Quickly then I turned around
And into his face I beamed.
(This is my very first poem written when I was six years old, 38 years ago. Hope
you like)
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