The Runner
Crouched still and steady,
Alert at the ready,
He snaps into action
At the fire of
The gun!
The echo of cheering,
The runner is hearing
As it pulls him
And thrusts him
And speeds up
His run!
Full forward and flying,
The crowds loudly crying,
The runner in focus
Shoots fast
Ahead!
The finish is calling,
He feels himself falling,
Straight into the moment
Where magic
Is spread!
Joy Weare.
20th March, 2006.
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