Track Season

Finally the time has come to run

Spring time is always filled with so much fun


Laughs and cheers fill me with bliss

Everyone is over joyed and the snow will not be missed.


We gather at practice striving to achieve

A stronger greater and faster speed


Everyone is given their own personal space

When we line up for our very first race


The gun goes off and our hearts start pounding

Everything except the track disappears in the surroundings


We’re feeling good striding out proudly

Then we hit the wall ever so loudly


However, we do not despair or slow

For we have trained for this moment and it is about to show


We dig deep down and harness our power

This is our time and this is our hour


Final stretch we can’t feel a thing

Until we cross that finish line and here them sing


Fans in the stands cheering with a shout

All we can feel are tears pouring out


Because we have passion and love what we do

We will treasure this moment evermore, because it was with all of you   


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