There was once a racing driver.
I look up to him.
One you may know.
His name will never be forgotten,
No matter how far time will flow.
He started at 4 years of age in Karts.
His talent was obvious to many.
He came from Brazil.
Like many other greats.
Fittipaldi, Piquet, Barrichello to name a few.
He was a master in the wet,
And fast as lightning in the dry.
He drove for some notable teams.
Lotus, McLaren, and Williams.
Possibly Ferrari,
If he had survived.
He had a God-Given talent to drive.
His Qualifying laps were unbelievable to see.
He had the best seat in the house,
In many Grand Prix.
He was very loving,
Yet ruthless at once.
If you crashed he'd make sure you were fine.
But if you were racing him,
He'd do anything to win.
He believed that as a professional racing driver,
You must go for every gap you can see.
Who could stop him if he was going for it?
Nobody.
For all he did,
For all he won,
For all that he inspires,
We all wish,
That he didn't meet his end,
At the '94 San Marino Grand Prix.
This man I look up to,
Is Ayrton Senna.
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Author:
Borys Sawicki (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is simple. It's a tribute to one of my heroes. The Great Ayrton Senna. Even those who weren't alive to see him race live, like myself, will forever remember him as one of the greats. I was born 6 years after his death, and yet I already knew who he was by the age of 4. Senna was an amazing driver, and all we can do is wish that he survived that horrid crash in 1994. There is not much rhyme, and no set structure to this poem, to reflect the unpredictability of a race. One second you perform a brilliant overtake on your greatest rival, and suddenly you lock up and need to go for them again.
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Comments1
Good tribute to a fine driver - a much respected man.
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