Family members milling around the field, waiting for the
cross-country meet to begin.
Checking their phones, watches, shielding their eyes from
the sun.
Everyone wondering when it will begin, children getting
ansy and running around, wanting things to eat and drink.
Teams sitting, waiting in their tee shirts that read:
'Catch me if you can'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem