One day

• Ben Annett, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2005

Rushing Through The Wind
Muscles Tensing tight
chest pounding
legs tiring
gravel crunching
trying to come to a halt
it was not my fault
scared of whats to come
expecting to be broken
expecting to be gone
not long after staning still
dazed and onfused
lessons were not learnt
rushing through the wijng
muscles tensing tight
By Ben Annett