My teacher always asks me to write a poem,
But I never know how to write it.
If I don’t do it, Miss will be angry,
But I still don’t want to fight it.
Nan encouraged me, “Try to write it again.”
So, I tried, “I’ll do the best I can.”
Finally, I finished the poem very well,
So, I said, “Thanks!” to my friend, Nan.
My courage will be as strong as metal,
If I step up now and grasp the nettle.