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January 26, 2013
By Taylor Scarafile BRONZE, Clifton Park, New York
Taylor Scarafile BRONZE, Clifton Park, New York
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When I run,
The wind blows at my face.
I feel the warmth of the sun,
While I run a fast pace.
As I eat up the ground,
I could take off and fly.
I look around
As the scenery passes by.
I can feel my heart
Beating to the pace that I’m going.
My Gatorade is tart.
The miles keep growing.
I run because I want to.
It’s something I love to do.


The author's comments:
Running is a way absorb nature. I hope people will get outside and give it a try.

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on Feb. 2 2013 at 1:00 pm
WaffleOcean2934 PLATINUM, Rogers, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams-Eleanor Roosevelt

I feel the same way about running.  I love how you described it!  Nice work!  :)

on Feb. 1 2013 at 8:12 pm
WinterGreer SILVER, Wasilla, Alaska
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Favorite Quote:
dance like no one's watching/ love like you've never been hurt/ sing like no one's listening/ live like heaven is on earth

Haha I hate running but I do it anyway to stay in decent shape. And despite my passionate dislike of the exercise, I loved this poem!

on Jan. 30 2013 at 10:42 pm
TaylorWintry DIAMOND, Carrollton, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"Never fear shadows. They simply mean there's a light shining somewhere nearby." - Unknown

Great job. You really followed the format of the sonnet really well. I loved this poem a lot! Great job.  

on Jan. 30 2013 at 3:55 am
SaphiraBrightscales DIAMOND, Islamabad, Other
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Favorite Quote:
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
- Maya Angelou
When i was little/I used to point a chubby finger toward the dark sky/And ask my father/why some stars moved and others didn’t/He would laugh and explain that some were airplanes/I still wish on them today ~ Laugh-It-Out
The feathers of a crow are black/The ink of my pen is blacker/The pain of my heart is blackest~ Mckay
If love produced a blossom/I’d take it in my palm/What a blessing, the bright color!/How soothing, such a balm!/I’d keep a petal for my own/The rest, drop from my hands/For such a flower would multiply/And populate the lands~ thesilentraven
And I began to rival legends/Long entombed before my birth./But for all my much envied fame/The lust for more would not abate./The plaques and prizes with my name/Will, like all things, disintegrate. ~ TheEpic95 now known as Helena_Noel

I sure will...Really enjoyed that :))))