All the schools will meet,
Tomorrow at the Country Club.
Voted the best of the districts venues,
The well manicured lawn of fairways and green,
Will meet the small 'joggered' feet of eight to twelve year olds.
Some will run, and run their hearts out.
Some will walk and chat animatedly,
Some will do a combination of the two.
There will be the victorious,
The disappointed and the disinterested.
And that is just the spectating parents.
Lunches of hot dogs, sausage sandwiches,
And bacon and egg rolls will be consumed.
Washed down with 'poppers',
Or proper coffee from the van.
The day will culminate in the ball games.
Spindly legs attempt to straddle the Tunnel ball.
Small skulls cope with their interaction with a dropped Captain ball.
Trophies dispensed, the athletes retire to the busses,
To return to their respective towns.
Cross-country Carnival over for another year.
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