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The Track Meet of Feelings
The first time I started track
I was in fifth grade
I felt anxious.
I felt like everyone was a pro
and I was just this beginner.
My anxiety soon began to fade
when I learned other kids were just beginning too.
I soon got the hang of things.
When I heard that I was having a track meet I began to get nervous.
I didn't know what to expect.
Uneasy thoughts started to fill my head.
“Was I good enough?”
“Do I have what it takes?”
I went to my track meet not knowing what to expect.
I was announced to come down and begin my race.
There was a loud sound and gray smoggy smoke and I took off.
I could hear my heavy breathing and my feet slapping the black rubbery tarp as I ran.
I ran as fast I could like a cow during bulldogging
I finished my race, “What place did I get?”
I thought to myself.
The officials gave me a first place ribbon.
I frolicked like a horse when I received the ribbon.
I had won!
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What inspired me to write this piece was to make a poem other people could relate too and people who do sports that haven't done track have an idea of a sport they don't do.