Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Thrill of Racing (A Poem)

There is nothing like the thrill of racing
Zooming down the track like there's nothing stopping you
Smelling the fumes from the other cars
The smell of burnt rubber and fresh paint   
Bumping and grinding your way to the front
Bumper to bumper down the straight away 
The thrill of racing is like jumping out of a plane at 100 mph
The sense of freedom all around you
Feeling the wind fly through your car
When you zoom past the crowd 
Watching a fireworks display
Thousands of sparks around you

The thrill of the race is like the thrill of the hunt
You finally catch up to your quarry and your heart is pumping
The prize is right in front of you
Everything counts on this one second
The spotlight is on you
Everything slows down for that split second 

Zooming past the finish line
With a gleam in your eye and a chuckle in your voice  
A fulfilled sense of accomplishment
They snap your picture with your trophy and you feel the memories being saved
That flash of light captures the whole experience
A picture is worth a thousand words 

1 comment:

  1. Chris this poem is great!!! Iv'e never been to a race before and with your poem I felt like i was there experiencing a race. I can only imagine what it might feel like to actual race with the crowd going wild.