Spelling Bee

Myra loved words, she thought they were fun. She saw them when she walked and saw them when she'd run. She'd see words everywhere she would look and even collected hundreds of books.

Words in the sky, words on the ground. Myra saw words, all around. She saw them in clouds, and even in trees. Words were her friends, they made her feel free.

One day at school, a contest was near. A spelling bee, Myra had no fear. She signed up with joy, ready to spell. She knew with her words, she'd do very well.

Myra practiced hard, night and day. She loved each word, in every way. Her mom and dad, they helped her too. They knew Myra's dream, would soon come true.

The day had come, the room was bright. Myra felt ready, her heart was light. She stood on stage, with a smile so wide. Words in her heart, she had nothing to hide.

Word after word, Myra spelled each one. She was on a roll, having so much fun. The crowd cheered loud, as she took the lead. Myra felt proud, she was doing the deed.

It was time for a break, Myra took a rest. She felt so happy, she was doing her best. But some kids came by, with a plan so sly. They gave wrong directions, and Myra said bye.

Myra felt lost, she didn't know where. But she loved words, so she had no fear. She read the signs, and found her way. Back to the bee, she would not sway.

Myra returned, just in time. She felt so brave, ready to climb. The stage was set, she took her place. Words in her heart, she kept her pace.

The final round, it was her turn. Myra felt calm, she had words to burn. She spelled each one, with a steady voice. Myra's love for words, made her rejoice.

The last word came, Myra took a breath. She spelled it right, she felt no stress. The crowd cheered loud, she had won. Myra felt proud, her work was done.

Myra learned that day, to trust her heart. Words were her friends, they'd never part. She won the bee, with love and grace. Myra's love for words, took her to first place.