Running A Race

My alert heart is racing, beating fast,
Praying and hoping to not arrive last.
Legs pumping and exceeding speed,
I might actually take the front lead.

Gossiping squirrels jump from where they hide,
As if to bet who will win, to hastily take sides.
I acknowledge the wind faintly calling to me,
Completely overjoyed for the winner to be.

I swiftly approach the big red finish line,
Knowing fully that the trophy is all mine.
The hollering crowd is cheering me on,
It is me, and only me, they depend upon.

I finally reach the end of the race,
As I soon realize I'm in first place.
The glowing trophy is passed to me,
As I jump and shout with sheer glee.

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This is an older poem of mine, I wrote this on April 1, 2008, when I was outside on a trip to Maryland. Hope you enjoy this everyone, thank you for reading!