circuit poem

When  we  go  out  to  circuits  for exercise I  can   see    people  running   and   kicking and jumping
I can    hear   lots of huffing and puffing and feet thumping on the ground
I can smell wet sand and wet puddles on the ground and fresh air from the sky
I touch the ground, the wall and the circuit activities
I taste the water from the tap at the end of our circuits