Track and Field

Sooo I have been in a poetry mood.......... And it's kind of addicting. Here's another poem.

Track and Field

She's positioned.
She can smell the hot rubber of the track.
Seconds pass, her heart is beating faster then she can take.
The pow! of the gun.
She runs.


ciao 4 now,
Arwen

Most of my poetry will be freehand in case your curious.

Nite

Soooo sorry I haven't been posting very much. Without further ado, a poem I've been working on.

Nite

The great-horned owl looks.
The moon in its full radiance,
Shines.
The owl,
A soft sound,
And silence.