Poems and Stories
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THE HURDLES
My knees are sore.
My shins are too.
From running hurdles
I'm black and blue.
I've braved the cold.
I've braved the heat.
Trying all the while
Others to beat.
You wonder why
This is my task.
"Why jump the hurdles?"
Is what you ask.
I like to run
The hurdles so high
Because I know what
It's like to fly.
-Carrie Camp
A SOARING JOURNEY
I approach the line with a goal in mind
Mom always preached the grass would be greener
My legs are electrified
like high powered jets
I know I can do it, I am capable.
As I get into the match box boosters
I give last focus to the solid walls
I will have to face, and ideally clear
As my end raises into the air I feel
all the uncertainties disappear it is time to get busy
off I go with the crisp crack of the steel hammer
The journey is short lived yet the aftermath eternal
The ideal actions ceased, it is all guts or no glory
as many of the bricks strike the jet engines
leaving their mark, yet another experience to learn from
The end is near only two more visible barrier
yet anything is possible. No others in sight but
close. I learn to give that one hundred
and ten percent effort. I look up
at the lights and they illuminate
the reflection of my success.
-James Joyce
10 BARRIERS
They kick
and destroy me
some have stole me from my home
I feel not the pain yet I cry
with the wind
-James Joyce
THE RACE
I stare at the hurdles
Daring me to attack them.
The words of coaches echo in my head.
The sound of the gun is deafening
As I explode out of the starting blocks.
I hear the hurdles falling around me
Still I remain focused.
My knee brushes against the hurdles
While I effortlessly glide over them.
My feet are as light as clouds.
I pull further and further away from the other procrastinating runners
The cheers of the fans begin to increase
As I cross the finish line.
Tears of victory stream down my face
As I realize that I am the winner.
-Chrissy
HURDLE SONG FROM A MEET
I'm running and I'm hoping
that my hurdle will not hurt me
and i'll pay it not to hit me so i
DON'T GET HURT!!!
-Kelly Moore
THE RACE
Muscles tense
Palms all sweaty
Mind in focus
Now she's ready
Takes a deep breath
Gets into the blocks
Reflexes on edge
Ready to take off
Starter pulls the trigger
And everyone's out
A sharp quick shot
Almost like a shout
Pumping so hard
Ignoring the pain
This is called "pay off"
Remembered when they train
Pushes to the finish
Giving it all
Leans into the line
Coming short of a fall
******
She opens her eyes
Closed, thinking of the run
Gets into the blocks
And waits for the gun.
-Kristen Lusson
THE PAIN
The first time in the meet.
I have few others to run against.
The gun fires loud.
The runners shot out.
I am over confident.
The third one makes me fall.
I don't even think of the pain.
I jump up as quickly as I fell.
Now I am in the back.
Staring at the others.
I finish disappointed.
Crying out of shame.
The pleasure of a wanted win.
Shattered by my pain.
My face is all cut.
My shoulders and knees scarred
The pain of the hurdle.
The joy of finishing the first race.
All I feel is the disappointment
and THE PAIN
-David A. Neff
HURDLING REALITIES
You hear the heavy breathing as you cross the finish
line,
Did you make your personal best?
Or was it your personal worst?
You hope for a chance to make that championship;
you've been waiting so long,
If only you had a better start,
If only you snapped down your trail leg on that last
hurdle.
You cry to yourself, praying you succeeded,
If only you ran faster.
Could you have run faster?
The world around you is a blur; you're trying to
focus,
You hear screams of glory, and the cries of defeat.
Who will take home that medal: gold, silver, or
bronze?
The official gives you your time.
How did you do? Did you make it?
The answer is up to you.
-Amanda
COMPETITION
Every day she practices.
No complaining and no procrastinating
Comes from her.
Pain is insignificant
So she will never quit.
She can feel her aching muscles
Begin to tense as she pushes herself.
High goals have been set
And she will reach them
Because she is dedicated enough.
The day comes and she is ready.
Nothing will stop her and she wants to win.
She glances at me, standing in the lane beside her
She is my competition
And she asks if I am ready to race.
-Chrissy
OBSTACLES
I look out upon the horizen of obstacles and I fear nothing
I have been in this situation before and now is not the time to quit
Now is not the time to give up and show my faults
When the starter blows his wistle to begin the journey, we line up
In my mind I go over one obstacle at a time
But in my mind the person to beat is myself
The a large sound that comes from the sideline, starts the journey
Just like in my mind I take one obstacle at a time
And in a flash the strenuous journey is over
I have overcome one of the hardest feats in life
The feat of life that only the hurdlers can defeat
My obsticals that seems so important to only those people
A great achievement all hurdlers understand
And a huge obstacle that they only have to face
-Brandon
HURDLER
Her form is fluid, her quick
Legs fly and step through the hurdle.
Her love is to phsyhe out others,
Her technique is so good it's bothersome.
The opponents fear her, they
Know they will eat her dust.
She does not break concentration,
She is dedicated and has determination.
Some think they can beat her, but they are wrong
Because she just passed you and won.
-Amanda
Run!
Poised as a solider ready for battle
I stand in front of my blocks
Staring my obstacles in the eye
My enemies are in the same way
To my left and right they dream of a sweet victory
But my mind has no intention on the future
It does not prophesy
Instead it says
Run!
The call of the wild sends us to our knees
Into the form of a crouch ready to spring
Slowly we turn into greyhounds
To chase that pesky stuffed rabbit
A shot is heard and we are off
In a cloud of dust
We stay in a pack
But I only follow my conscience
Run!
In a flash of light I am changed
From a canine to a ferocious feline
Of the utmost speed imaginable
Soon I take over the lead
Leaping over the hurdles in my way
The others might have to try harder
But I don't care
I listen to my heart
Run!
All at once the fight is over
And the victor is chosen
It is I who has won
My comrades come over and celebrate
But I celebrate none
This is one of the many battles
I shall face in my long career
People ask me how I did this
And I tell them
Run.
-Mary Serdakowski
Race Day
The night before the race I could not sleep,
But I knew I needed rest for tomorrow was the big meet.
Race Day morning came and my coach said, "You should eat",
I told him, "Man I'm too nervous just take me to the meet".
We arrived at the track and I wen to sign in,
Someone saw and remembered me then said, "Oh no, not him agian".
I started warming up; strecthing, running and doing drills,
Knowing pretty soon that I would be showing off my drills.
Warm-up's was now over, no turning back now I'm stuck,
I turned to the other runners shook their hands and said good luck.
Up in the set position, nervous with fright,
Thinking to myself, "man I should have got some sleep last night".
Although I could not hear them, some people said, "look at them run",
Out of the blocks we came, hard and fast like the bullet from that gun.
This was just the start and it was nothing new,
Over the hurdles we flew, in a tunnel all the way through.
Halfway through the race, I hit one and it knocked me off stride,
Because of that contact someone had moved up on the outside.
The race was now over, the crowd cheering and amped,
In a short lived 14 seconds, I had become the state champ.
-Ricardo
Dreams
There can only be one,
one who can win,
that one has desire quicker then u may think,
Your problems"my starts,i'm not fast enough"
to many excuses keep u from being that one.
But beleiveing and acheving is what it's about.
The time comes
u step up to meet your challenge,
the gun,your start,the jump,
your steps to keep your position.
u find that nothing is in sight,
except your determination to cross that thin white line first,
only u loose focus,
the winner goes threw your mind only to pass u,
and your chance is up for u have lost,
you won't be the first but u are 2nd,
and even at that place the passion for hurdles is still burning strong,
for there will be a next time,
And I will build apon that
and find myself crossing that white line first!
-Anonymous
Untitled
I approach my blocks,
my apponents at my sides.
I step toward the line,
slowly creep downward
to set my feet.
I set my steel spikes into the rubber,
my heart is pounding,
as if it wanted to jump out of my chest.
I hear the words,
"Runners to your mark!"
this is it, time to run.
Then gun shoots.
I to shoot,
out of the blocks,
running my obstacles.
All I hear is the pounding of my feet,
the hurdles falling next to me,
Nothing ahead of me,
except the finish line.
I cross the line,
out of breath,
my hands on my knees,
friends and enemy patting my back.
I have done it,
I have won the race.
Here I am,
laughing in the hurdles face.
-Andrew Baibak
The Jumping Race
I was seated on the bleachers by the track of a small
high school stadium. Trying to regulate the
anxiety which so eternally pondered within the innards
of my body before every race. Staggering to the
track as I hear the announcement for my race, dreading
the possibility of defeat. I wander over to our
camp and pry open the lid to my brand spanking new
track spikes. Being so careful as not to drop them
due to the bad luck that follows if one does, I
overrule the possibility of failure. I thought to
myself how
could one lose if one gives it all he has, how could
one lose if one endures the praise from ones parentals
and the pride of knowing you did it the best that you
could? As I sat down on the soft, spongy next
generation astro-turf I slipped on my spikes, tied the
best double knot one could tie, secured the spikes one
more time and approached the starting line. The shear
parallelism of the solid white lanes was enough to
terrify me, knowing that they will keep me straight
for the next 16 terrifying seconds of my life, never
curving, never bumpy, just 110 meters of pure white
straightness... Attempting to keep my muscles loose,
I
jump up and down, stretch, touch my toes anything and
everything to become loose and agile enough to
jump in my upcoming jumping race. Waiting for what
seems like eternity I manage to retain my sanity
and spare a little time with the Lord, meditating,
converging my anxiety with my excitement to produce
pure Ryan energy. I hear those words that signify the
start of my race, "ON YOUR MARKS"I bend down
in my starting blocks, in a position, comfortable
only, to maybe a cheetah, "GET SET" I raise my hips,
applying all the weight of my body to my thumb and
fingers leaning just enough over the starting line to
get
just that much ahead, all the while routing all my
energy to my legs... then the sound of the gun pierces
the
cool evening sky, "BANG!!!!" and within splits of a
second, I thrust myself out of the starting blocks and
over the first of the 10 barriers I have to conquer,
sprinting with all I have, soaring-- no, flying over
each
and every one with the ease of a kangaroo, and within
the time it takes you to complete this sentence I am
already first, at the end of my jumping race.
-Ryan Davis
300 Meter Hurdles
I stand there, the sun beating on me fiercely, as a wait there for my heat to be called up.
I am in lane 3, heat #5, the fastest heat. I think to myself, "I've gotten this far, lets finish it.
"Heat #5, lane 3, Sikorski!" Yells the man with the starting gun. I look across the track,
and into the stnads, seeing my pops, excited to be here. Then I look at my coaches.
I am interuppted....."Runners, get into your blocks!" Yells the man. I stretch into my blocks,
singing a song stuck in my head, "On your marks!" He yells. My heart is beating feircly,
adrenaline rushing continously through my veins. He yells, "Get set!" ...........A vivd thought
of me crossing the line 1st passes through my head......"GO!" He shouted. I exploded out of
the blocks, fast and strong. Here I am running, like a pack of wolves arew chasing me. I am
in the front. "Voom." I flew over that first hurdle like nothing. I continue to run over each hurdle,
perfectly, the wekaness begins to kick in. I fight it, and gain confidence in myslef, attacking this race.
I use every last ounce of eneergy left in me."YES." I think ot myself. 100 meters left to go.
One more hurdle left to attack and I am state champ.
I cross the line, look up at the beuatiful sky, close my eyes, and smile.
- Frances SikorsKi
The one lap mind game
Standing back from the line
Walk about? Stretch?
Banish doubt? Pray to God?
Feeling sick, except I can’t
“My mistake, I feel fine!”
The starter calls “kit off now” they’re ready to start!
Who’s ready? Me?
I can feel my heart!
Down to the blocks, no turning back now
Its going to hurt
So
Much.
On the B of the bang,
Explode like a spring
Then shoulders down, knees high, relax, run tall and yet
Somewhere
Find the speed.
Like 35 metres of the back of my hand
The first hurdle looms, stare it down like the enemy
Plant the last stride, take off,
Snap the trail leg and land,
Like drill after drill after drill after drill.
The race goes on, the world goes on,
But still it’s just me.
There are noises, some wind, an ache,
But the next hurdle is the only thing that truly exists.
It’ll be there when I’m gone
Into hurdle 8, “how have I run?”
Chest heaves, with lactic for legs, and still track rolls on.
They’re further apart now, but come just as quick
We’ve run too far by four, a 100m dip
And then the finish line.
And then the pain.
- Benjamin Sumner
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