Dashing Towards Beauty

poem about the joy of running a race

With every race comes a finish line;
a beauty to any competitor's eye.
Sprinting fearlessly,
fastly,
and furiously,
no one is willing to lose.
The line of gold lies closely before them.
It awaits to provide hope,
honor,
and happiness.
Every runner crosses the white spray paint,
just like every child recieves presents on Christmas.
With every race comes a finish line;
a beauty to any competitor's eye.

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Christopher.Holmberg]

Very nice poem , keep up the good work!!!