State Champs 4x400
She runs down the track,
Never glancing back.
My cousin
She flies like a bird,
Beating the rest of the herd.
My cousin
The track urges her on.
All else is gone.
My cousin
Suddenly a gasp arises from the crowd.
A girl appears. A neck to neck race is found.
My cousin
She runs on the inside,
But the other girl doesn’t fall behind.
My cousin
The finish line is growing near.
The race is so close. We all have fear.
My cousin
She thrusts her front out,
But we are still in doubt.
My cousin
She passes the line.
Who was behind?
My cousin?
It’s too close to call.
Time seems to crawl.
My cousin?
We don’t want the worst,
But did her feet pass first?
My cousin?
Cheers for her start to rise,
For there are no lies.
Her speed was the best.
She had helped her relay team beat the rest.
My cousin
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