Here is my iamb poem, The Little Ravine

Way way down deep in the valley of green,
Down there, there rests a little tiny ravine.
And when a hot summer is close at hand,
By the little ravine the deer will stand.
By the little ravine kids stomp and shout,
So from the green trees birds fly out.
But way way down deep in the valley of green,
Down there where there rests a little ravine.
That there when it is winter’s turn to come,
The little kids play till’ their hands are numb.