Ruby's Cross Country Sense Poem

I can see Kaia speeding in front of me as I run up the steep hill. It feels like I am climbing a never ending staircase. I can hear children puffing while they are racing towards the loud, excited crowd. I can feel my strong legs pushing me up the towering hill on Hillcrest Ave. I can smell sweaty kids in their hot, sticky sports uniform. I can taste the dry air inside my tired mouth because all my saliva is gone! By Ruby