my poem

The wind is brisky, my hair shutters my neck.My legs pump furiously "stop! stop!" they shout, my breath, my heart, pumping fast, too fast the pain over whelming.My feet stomping the ground, My long strides, fast , secure, i run, i sprint i past the line, just in time.


now i have made a rythem to my poem so it may not sound that good to you.
i hoped you enjoyed!!!