Thursday, 18 February 2016

My dad

His brown hair is as brown as bark off a tree,
While his joyful smile follows him around at 
The building site,
building towards money,

His blue eyes glow with joy when he 
watches my sports encouraging my team,
His cheerful jokes make me laugh,
As he passes a rugby ball with me.

He plays cricket with me,
He coaches my rugby team.
I love my dad.

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