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Poetic moment at Weston Park


The clouds are bursting, the rain is spitting

The controls are out, the emus are sitting

The runners are ready, the start is afar

The chaos is a pond us, searching under the stars

The sprint is on, the ground is clear.

Look out, the stumps are here.

The flags are under, the birds are singing

Not far to go, the controls are beeping

The finish is near, the banner is seen

Disappointed its over, the last punch has been

Anticipation, the moment has arrived

The SI is inserted, ready for to provide

The time is shown, the moment has come

Was it disappointment or was it fun.

Walking back to the car, it’s across the street

Maybe I’ll try again, maybe next week.