The noise from the gun
And they're off!
Swift as their feet do run
On the track all fear is lost
Running towards their only goal
A white tape fluttering in the wind.
Their heels hardly touch the ground
No noise
Except for the cheering crowd
All around.
The tape is broken
A winner is claimed
To hold the title
Until they race again.
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Author:
Bibbeck (
Offline) - Published: July 2nd, 2017 17:08
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspiration from 'Chariots of Fire'. Plus I always so enjoyed running.
- Category: Short story
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Comments2
Bibbeck you won! Great Poem!
I used to run cross country and distance races in my teens and and you reminded me of the feeling of coming in first.
Thank-you FredP. I did sprinting or marathons, as I could never judge my pace on anything in between. In sprinting I loved feeling the breeze and that freedom of speed.
Good write, the gold medal is yours.
Thanks Goldfinch. I'll wear it with pride.
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