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The Exchange

February 26, 2018
By OldSoul1776 GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
OldSoul1776 GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
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Snow beats, muscles tighten. 
My sight blurs, my jaw chatters. 
I see the golden object approach. 
I scurry and start to sprint. 

 

He yells, “stick!” I reach my hand back, 
take it, and begin my race. 


The author's comments:

This is a SIJO poem. 


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on Feb. 28 2018 at 8:18 am
Poetgirl1 PLATINUM, Linesville, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
You have made it through 100% of your bad days so far. Keep going.

To me this poem has a double meaning and I love it. It has to do with running a relay race but to me I feel like it also has to do with running the race of life. Keep up the good work.