Flight on the Track

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Flight on the Track

by Paul Babcock  

 

We fly like horses across the ground.

Feet rumbling, legs aching, sweating.

The gun shoots and we are off.

Riding the wind we start.

The opposition in lanes by us.

Athletes’ legs pumping like pistons.

Flying over hurdles.

Flying over the bar.

Flying over sand.

Javelin, Discus, Shot Put all flying

And finally the last stretch

Crowds cheering as we fly towards the line.

We are the horses that fly.

Pegasus

we spread our wings

To the finish line.  

   

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