Flight on the Track
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.
This poem is about:
Me
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