The Valley that Calls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

Fifteen Hundred Metres

I start my fifteen hundred metres run

Against ten others I have to compete

How will I ten other runners defeat?

My weight feels like it is weighing a ton

Second in lead I begin having fun

There is still a long race-track to complete,

I pace my breath and am feeling a treat

By three quarters of the run, I feel done,

I am panting, breathing and gasping air

And realise I will not be the winner

Although second place is not hard to bear

I feel hungry and wanting some dinner,

I am pleased for my silver medal, rare,

The man who won gold must be a sinner.