by Peyton | April 24, 2018
Poetry Contest 2018
"Hometown Fun" Every year there was a raceTo see who would take first placeFirst, we swam across the poolTo our bikes where we rode like foolsWe threw our bikes down, all of us racing for the crownThen began the final leg, we all blasted off like powder kegsMy feet began to falter, my throat needed waterBut I kept pushing forward, towards the endThat red ribbon I was sure to winWith all my might, I put all my energy into one last fightMy feet moved faster, my breath more strainedAll I could think about was the fameAs I passed the line time seemed to stopI looked around I had come out on topNo one else had finished before meEveryone was sure to adore meI shared my winnings with my friendsAnd prayed to god this fun would never end
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