There is another tri,
Ever marshaled and fair,
And there is another bike race,
Though there be cat-1 there;
Never mind faded PBs,
Never mind stronger fields -
Here is an age category,
Whose pace is lesser keen;
Here is a bigger fuel bar,
Where not a bite has been;
And its unfading powers
Will see your legs still run:
Prithee, my brother,
Onto the podium come!
5 comments:
Shouldn't the fourth line be:
Never mind faded PBs, Chris,
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Sorry, I meant the FIFTH line.
I think Emily Dickinson, writing to her brother. The podium is apt for Chris but so is my happy-place garden.
"prithee my brother, into my garden come"
Oh, very observant dad! Mega points!
And the title is "There is another sky".
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