"The Track Race" Poem

Dear family- Whitney wanted me to sent you guy the poem that I wrote about running in a race. When I finish my poem, and gave it to my teacher, she read it, and wrote down: Very Good. I got an A on my poem paper!!!! YAY!! I hope that you guy will enjoy reading my poem. ENJOY IT!
Miss you all.
love your youngest sister- Cassidy Flake

The Track Race

My whole body, and hands are started shaking

Like a fly stuck onto a spider web

My tummy made me nervous

Like butterflies flying into my tummy

I put my right foot behind the white line

And my left foot behind my right foot

I rub, and shake my hands

I took a deep breath

Before the race

I looked slowly straight on my track

With both two white lines beside me

I closed my eyes

My legs are shaken, that I almost fell

Suddenly I heard the old man

Shot his gun

Up the air

I started my left foot first, and started running

I ran as fast as I could

Like a tiger chasing a deer

I could see the finish line far away

Coming toward me

I ran, and ran

With my heartbeats beating so fast

Like one second from a clock

My throat also dries

Like rock

The cold winds flew through my hair, and my face

My legs are very shaking, and wreak

I tried harder to finish my race

I used my right hand up to my chain

Then my left hand up to my chain

Back, and forward….

When I was closer to the finish line

I rise both of my arms, hands, and my head

Up to the air

I can feel the finish line’s cold ribbon

Against my tummy

Ripped it in half

Like paper

Suddenly I can hear crowd started cheering very loudly

I made myself slow down

Breath slowly with cold wind through my throat

I closed my eyes, and started to smile.J

The End

- By: Cassidy Flake