#writeclub #Volunteering #Sports
Its Four o’clock in the morning
and i’m up with the lark
the bag is packed for the job
and i’m headed for the park
Breakfast of fruity muesli
builds up my resolve
as i ponder over the job in hand
and problems i might have to solve
I dress up warmly for the task
and head for the football ground
the streets are somewhat deserted
the pigeons – the only sound
My boss hands me a leaflet
with others there in tow
telling us all of the marshalling spots
and places we have to go
So past the grandeur of buildings
and waterways flowing fast
I lead my fellow volunteers
down the road the runners will pass
And soon, there is a rousing cheer
as elite runners do appear
cheering the runners down the street
pounding the tarmac with their feet
And we’re there till last runner’s done their run
in rain and wind, and occasional sun
a motley bunch – lining the banks
with ten thousand runners – giving their thanks….
The Inkwell 