The indescribable feeling of running a race
One must experience it to know the joy
The butterflies in my stomach at the starting line
All the nerves pass by upon the shooting of the gun
The urge to approach an opponent from behind
And fly right by her never looking back
The incredible scenery of the 3.1 mile course
Keeps my focus the entire race
The crowds of people lined up all along the chute
As I proudly surge by them all
Right across the white finish line
Grabbing my ribbon and feeling great about myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey.i liked this one.........i used to be marathoner............thanks baby.........