The Race
The anticipation is there,
There's nothing to fear!
Just one race,
I must face
To get the credit
For my merit
I'm ready to engage,
To release my rage
The lines before me,
My path to the key
I hear the noise
So I steady my poise,
Here we go,
Fear me though!
Bang!
My legs are flying,
My arms are supplying
Down the track,
I can't cut back
Just a few more seconds,
A gold medal beckons!
Over the line I leap,
I feel like I could fall asleep
I won!, I won!
Oh, what fun!
I claim my gold medal,
Quite something to hold
I did achieve,
But now I must leave
Copyright © Caleb Thompson | Year Posted 2016
|