TRACK
I put on my track shoes ready to destroy the track.
I look ahead in lane #6 ready to charge for that finish line.
BOOOOOM!!
My time time to shine.
My feet pattering against the track, my body feels tingly running 100 mph.
Breathing intensly, feeling the wind blowing right through each strand of my hair.
I feel like cheetah dashing for it's prey.
SNATCH!!
Made it to the finish line in 1st place!
-Gabby Huff
A poem I wrote in Language Arts.
Very nice! I like your poem.
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ReplyDeletewow that was really good like u should be in track when u get a chance!!!! :)
ReplyDeletelove your poem...I felt like I was running!
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