October 4, 2011
By birdie73 SILVER, Hinsdale, Illinois
birdie73 SILVER, Hinsdale, Illinois
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It seemed like a lots of fun,
Like a race already won.
I thought it was a joke,
But then the coach spoke.
"Meets until eight, practice till four."
Please, I'm begging you no more!

Day after day, we hit the field,
Running like anything, without yield.
Heavy breathing, red face,
I would like to file a case!
But then came the very first meet,
We thought we were in for a treat.

I was running on of the first,
Walking to the track feeling cursed.
The gunshot rang,
And oh, how I sprang!
A sprint to the very end,
I could hear my screaming friend.

No trophy or medal waited for me,
But I could finally see.
The wind in my hair,
The speed was rare.
I really like to run,
Even though practice wasn't fun!

The author's comments:
This poem is about how I discovered my love for running and my experiences with my school track team.

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This article has 3 comments.

SElahi BRONZE said...
on Apr. 2 2012 at 9:54 pm
SElahi BRONZE, Burr Ridge, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Be the change you wish to see in the world."

My thoughts exactly! Brings back good memories :D

on Nov. 14 2011 at 3:46 pm
unicronsnrainbows BRONZE, Hinsdale, Illinois
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nice! i can relate :)

on Oct. 10 2011 at 6:52 am
runninggirl98 BRONZE, Hinsdale, Illinois
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This is a really good poem! Keep up the good work!

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