Indy Poem by Robert R. Railey

Indy

Race Day is fraught with both fear and excitement, and for the ones that drive those chariots of steel it's a time when their mettle is tested
One might think that the roar of the engines is the ultimate force that excites them, but just possibly, it's the noise from the crowd that urges them on to even greater heights which makes the competition even keener
The goal, it seems, is to have the fastest car, and yet, there're still plenty of other factors that are just as important, such as, which driver is the most willing to risk both injury and death
A near miss, or two, will forever remind them of the dangers that lie ahead: and during the race it can look quite promising if you are the one that's in the lead; but will they be able to escape the inevitable pileup once the mad rush for the flag begins?
Ultimately though, the finish line is there for the survivors who are grateful to still be alive