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| Back on track |
| by Harriet Oliver |
White chalk on scoreboard black
is disputed by referee in sporty attire;
some runners take longer than others back on track
as some sparks escape from Olympic fire.
Athletes garments perspiration drank
to the applause of a crowd's roar;
at the finishing lines were bodies dank
winning and losing alike entering door.
As the cock crow's the marching band's rock
bestows an hour's glory of victory in tower;
having practiced many hands passing a clock
being rewarded for dteremination with a flower shower.
The ball in the goal enters still
as the sweet scent of glory fill the air;
the trophy's awarded to those champions who will
triumph adversities in fate to dare.
Many tournaments came
in imminent unachieving fear;
encouraged & motivated by Olympus flame
as heroes in the making are now where once men were. |
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