Theresa Ann Moore

Rookie - 0 Points (1940 / Michigan, U.S.A.)

The Race - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Anxiously waiting to hear the number three
It ends a sequence that triggers a tense pose
exciting readiness … as the adrenaline flows

Propelled into motion with a forward shot
Muscles strain to go faster… extending toes
Hoping to excel and win by more than a nose

Sounds of pounding feet enter side vision
Running full throttle… as acceleration slows
Finished in last place… hearing moans of 'oh no…'

6/18/2011

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 18, 2011



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