The Inkwell

Some place, Some where

It began on a field of green

on a soggy spring day

And as the rain fell

muddy puddles splashed

as damp feet advanced

The grey soon disappeared

as speeds increased and

coaches unleashed new hurdles

Soon young minds engaged

beating Ra to the punch

and clock times were smashed

Leading to a moment

a time in the sun

where medals were gained, by leading from the front