Thursday, 13 October 2016

The Greatest Race Ever a Poem By Luke

   

Not gonna stop.
The finish line is beckoning me.
I can see the finish faintly in the jungle mist.
The bushes rattle faintly like a rattle snake.
Not Gonna Stop.
I feel a throbbing pain that tells me to keep going
Not gonna stop
As i run to the end a swelling pain of hope and courage runs through me.

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