The crowd roared
as I stepped onto the track,
they knew I had something
other racers did lack.
The stadium filled to capacity,
in my home nation;
all eyes on me
filled with the highest expectation.
We all took our positions
skyward shot the starting gun;
we all knew our goals,
the race had begun.
I sprinted past my adversaries,
as the race progressed,
one by one I advanced them,
with all the might I possessed.
Similarly, I continued
to pursue what I desired;
down the track I raced,
until first position I acquired.
The midway point approached,
my motivation began to rise,
the race is long and difficult,
but my motive is the prize.
To be continued...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It sounds all so exciting....can't wait to see the rest...