The indescribable feeling of running a race
One must experience it to know the joy
The butterflies in my stomach at the starting line
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America has its problems
Soldiers sacrificing lives for others
Apart from their families for so long
Living every day in a foreign land
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only three years old
when I saw her fall
scared and crying
standing on the couch
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Preparing another fallen hero
For his journey home
Removing the blood-stained uniform
That he so proudly wore
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A sight I hope I never see again
a massive black funnel cloud
on a path of destruction
At first unable to distinguish its direction
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The melodious tunes on the piano
The brassy sound of the trombone
The emotional lyrics of thousands of songs
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The peaceful blue water
The shiny pleasant waves
Rising up onto the golden sand
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Making amazing plays out on the court
Everyone knew he was good at his sport
Numerous awards displayed in his room
A very fine athlete one might assume
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The arms sway violently in the harsh wind
While the hands wave forcefully at me
As if telling me to get inside quickly
From the window, I watch the tree
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In the corner of the living room was an album of
unbearable photos
Our wedding day
Our honeymoon
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Once upon a morning chilly, while I ran the course so hilly,
Over many a steep and grassy pathway to the finish line
While I struggled, really panting, suddenly there came a chanting,
As of someone proudly granting, granting me the first place time.
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The wagon rolling down the aisle
Made everybody smile
Although he won’t remember a thing
He brought in both the rings
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My dad snoring in the chair
Clothes tumbling in the dryer
Air blowing from the heater
The phone ringing in the dining room
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Two minorities
Fighting for one nomination
One female
One black
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Longing eyes watch the door,
Waiting for a familiar face to appear.
Maybe today her son will come.
Perhaps the pastor will stop in to pray.
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“He will return, ” his family yearned,
But from that day they also learned
That freedom often costs a life,
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Cross Country
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