Logan Fulk


Warrior Dash - Poem by Logan Fulk

Weaving through swings
Fresh new squires

Climbing rope walls
To heights so dire

Running over cars
Sailing through tires

To the 1 mile mark water supplier

Sliding down poles
We begin to conspire

We scaled up a wall
Like climbing a spire

If we needed a job
We'd certainly be hired

At the 2 mile mark we tire

A rope net crawl
With a tight rope walk prior

A large waterfall
We begin to climb higher

And as young son
Comes to become sire

We frantically try to jump over fire

We swim through thick mud
Bringing down all outliers

We struggle to swim
Under barbed wire

And then as runner
Turns into a buyer

The last thing you'll want is a blow dryer


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, May 4, 2012


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