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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