NaPoWriMo My First Year

The 800

Running faster and faster
She goes
Will anyone pass her
No one knows

First runner, second
Runner; Slow down she beckoned
Neither runner slows

Since the girls do not diminish
Ref calls for photo finish.


April 23, 2010.  The prompt write a poem as a speaker announcing a sporting event. My oldest, Rachael, was in track and field back in sixth grade.  This was about the first race she won.  I just showed her the poem. She said, I blew past her there was no need for a photo finish. Poetic license. It sounds better as a close second. Three more days until my fourth poetry marathon.

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