I am poem

I am Vinny.

I wonder if it's true that in WW2 the natzis played soccer.

I hear mellow chirps from birds.

I see the lovely linen land.

I want a car.

I pretend nothing.

I feel the roughness in my hands.

I touch the soft grass.

I worry that I'll crash my go kart.

I cry when I'm hurt.

I understand Maths,Reading and what's in a car.

I say things that encourage.

I dream that I was on a boat.

I hope for the best.

I am Vinzent