Poem: History

By:  Brianna Katsuda

history

He shoots the gun
She is about to impress everyone

The wind blows through her hair
as she glides through the air

She doesn’t hear the crowds cheering
or her competition sneering

She can only think: be as fast as you possibly can
and do it for all of your fans

Her legs pound through the ground
As she runs around and around

Every lap is a closer one to victory
It is time for her to make history

 

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