Running For Gold

• Alayna Johnston, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2022

Bang went the gun.
I started my run.
The crowd cheered so did I.
It felt like I could really fly!
Coming second not so filling,
Overtaking oh so thrilling.
Push, push, push, harder, faster,
When I run I’m the master.
For first place I was yearning,
Even though my lungs were burning.
In my future number 1!
Then my focus came undone.
I tripped, I stumbled.
My dreams of gold crumbled.