Natalie Collins


Cross Country - Poem by Natalie Collins

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


Comments about Cross Country by Natalie Collins

  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (4/4/2008 10:49:00 PM)


    hey.i liked this one.........i used to be marathoner............thanks baby......... (Report) Reply

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  • (4/4/2008 9:07:00 PM)


    Reminds me of my brother(senior cross runner) . Great poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 4, 2008



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