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
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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