The Race

I am running

My feet fall at lighting speed

My hair is pulled and pushed

By the wind as I go

My arms pumping thru time

And space

 

The air in my nose

And lungs

The taste of iron in my mouth

The feel of life in my throat

I taste the salt from my sweat that drips

Down my face

 

I see the world go by

The track, the stands,

The strangers faces in the 

Crowds watching

I can see the faces of friends 

And of rivals from other schools

 

I get the scent of 

The cold spring air

It burns my nostrils as I 

Catch my breath

I smell the sweat of 

Other runners as I pass them 

 

I hear the breathing of

Other runners

I hear my own hard breath 

And my feet hitting the track

I hear the shout of friends from the sidelines

I have won the race