Seasons Running This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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With a splash, thick chocolate mud coats bare calves and shins,
Shining coconut shoes become crusty with clay in a matter of seconds,
Sweat pours through cotton T-shirts and across hairlines,
Hearts pound as feet race from rock to root.
The sun beats through the tree line as temperatures rise,
The sun slowly sets behind the brush and a wind passes by,
Soft snow drizzles throughout the sky and blankets the ground below
While wet shoes covered in long pants slush among the sparkly blanket.
They leave tracks and holes in the cool snowflakes.
The sun rises once again and melts the snow below it.
The small clumps disappear like marshmallows in hot cocoa as the ground shows itself.
Neon-dyed shoes condense the soil under a ­runner's weight.
Slowly, the seasons change and so does the runner,
But every year the sludge below can be assured when next year comes around,
A runner will be running,
White shoes to be turned brown,
T-shirts to be soaked,
Shorts and legs to be smothered in dirt,
but only until the next year.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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savetheplanet said...
Dec. 26, 2011 at 2:12 pm
Whoa Annette, brilliant descriptions! I love running too although I'm not on a team. I hope that you've recovered now! :D
 
Annette11 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Dec. 26, 2011 at 4:09 pm
Sadly no I haven't been running and I'be only faced more adversity... But I'm not giving up yet! Thank you for your comment!
 
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