The Hornet Ride

by Elsie aged 12

I sit in the seat of the roller coaster,
Waiting for it to move.
Slowly it sets of,
Then zooming up the slope,
Whoosh we go down the steep bump,
Around the corner flinging us about,
The force scraping through our hair on the warm spring day,
Then a sudden break makes me jump,
Off we go again,
Sitting in the seat of the roller coaster,
Nothing is in our way!

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