Friday, November 11, 2011

A Seabiscuit Poem by Heavyn

War Admiral intensely concentrated on the track,
Flinging soil, adrenaline rising, exhilaration
Crowd screaming, neck in neck.
Everlasting rival, Seabiscuit winning
He cracked and ruthlessly clawed, aching.
A chance to be the one, lost forever in a dark abyss.

Rasping, blurring, hurling, lunging
Sounds of dying silence, ringing in the ears,
Precision, Snapping, bulging, shaking
Nervous roaring behind a binding gate of doubt.
Winning, losing, screaming, crying,
The race of the Century.

Seabiscuit cunningly positioning himself
Taking a tremendous lead
Taste of victory on his lengthy tongue
Astonishment among his gruel opponent,
Energy vigorously waking from deep depths
Soul champion, role model, winner.

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