Alright, well seeing as how track season started yesterday, I decided to write my poem as a little tribute to the track team. It is INCREDIBLY lame, I do realize this. Thus, I ask that you do not judge me on my poem writing skills, because I HAVE NONE.
I hear the track team singing, the raspy voices I hear;
Those of the sprinters-- each one singing his, as it should be, fast and choppy
The hurdler singing his as he leaps through the air
Those of the marathoners-- each one singing his, as it should be, slow and graceful
The miler singing his as he rounds another bend
Those of the jumpers-- each one singing his, as it should be, high and long
The high jumper singing his as he flops on the mat
Those of the throwers-- each one singing his, as it should be, strong and powerful
The shot putter singing his as he spins in the circle
During the crisp afternoons and chilly nights,
I hear the track team singing.
Again, please don't judge me on my lack of poem writintg ability.
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wow.
ReplyDeletethat was breathtaking.
seriously kirsten, you brought a tear to my eye. I think this is exactly the way that Walt Whitman would have wanted you to write about the track team.
good job wenis (:
I thought of another part:
ReplyDeleteI hear Taylor singing. She rocks.
The end.
Talk about breathtaking!
Kirsten-
ReplyDeleteYour poem is not lame! I liked it a lot, actually. You wrote about something that's important to you in a really nice way. Plus, you did a great job mimicking the style of the American poems we read for class in a new way that's specified to something you care about. Great job!
The only thing I would add would be Taylor's suggested line. . .I mean, I feel like that would just. . .make it, you know? :)