Wednesday 18 November 2015

Diamante Poem

Rex Graham Cup
Intense, smashed
wasting us, not winning, trying
Passing, smooth, quick
losing, running, sprinting
Muddy, wet
Rugby

Sense Poem

Peak Trail Blazer

The Peak Trail Blazer,
I see people sprinting in front of me,
I feel the souls of my old shoes wearing out,
I taste my sweat, dripping down my forehead,
I smell the soggy, damp dirt and
I hear someone, creeping up behind me!