Approaching
the line with defeat in their eyes
yet hope burning in
their hearts
Outmatched,
outnumbered, even outsized
they played their
appointed parts.
Lifting the
rope they planted their feet
when suddenly a
change took place
Steeling
their nerves they renounced defeat
and suddenly were in
the race.
The signal
to start rang loud in the air
their muscles took up
the strain
Giving
greater than their expected share
ignoring the feelings
of pain.
One minute
passed, two, three, then four
ever stronger their
spirits did rise
Arms and
legs tired, yet still they gave more
striving to win the
prize.
Five, six,
seven minutes crawled past
with sweat upon their
brow
Each digging
inside, drawing strength to last
refusing to give up
now.
The referee was
stunned, the spectators stopped
astounded by the
battle they saw
As all of
the team’s muscles popped
they filled the crowd
with awe.
Sheer
numbers finally carried the day
prevailing not, the
boys still had fun
Thus earning
the right to stand up and say
they were
winners…every one.
Copyright © 1992 - Marty Vandermolen
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