The Sprint Poem by fade ward

Its the sprint of my life
lining up behing the markers that were layed on the ground marking out the
100 m point we all get ready and the gunner says on your marks get set
then the gun goes off springing to life like a cheetah on his prey we race down the track we meet half way down all together as i turn to them they turn to me i smerk at them and overtake them leving my bearfooted prints in the grass fleeing the grassy dirty grass behind the finish line is less then 20 ms away i can't believe i am in front reaching the finish line at the time mark of 13.45 seconds the rest of the runner come over the track we fall to the ground laughing in pain they congratulate me we are out of breath it was my moment and that day when everyone i knew and everyone i didn't know knew me and was cheering me on that made my day living that sprint race expereince was the best when they where chearing me on and saying go samuel go or samuel repeating themselves over i won the race i made myself win and no i came first it was the sprint of my life