The Hill Climber

Hill climb Time Trial

Championship Day

Winnatts Pass

The venue

Hill climb championship the prize

 

Two kilometre

The distance

Twentyfive percent the grade

To beet the clock the test

 

Timekeeper

The seconds counts down

Five - Four - Three - Two - One

GO!

 

Push with the right

Pull up on the left

The pedals he strains turn round

Towards the crowd on the hill

 

For two and a half minutes

He must strain

To keep on the pressure

He must keep his bike moving

 

Now in the cheering crowd

Both sides of the road

The noise is deafening

They are urging him on

 

Go! Go! Go!

Up! Up! Up!

Come on lad
Keep it going

 

He passes his friends

Their calls are not heard

Lost in the din

Nor are they seen

 

He fights for more breath

More power for his legs

He's almost spent

Just a few more yards to the finish

 

At last at the finish line

His number a steward calls out

Read from the plate on his bike

Two more stewards catch him

 

They wheel him away

To make space for the next man

He's lifted from his bike

Given a blanket to wear

 

Lead to a quiet area to recover

His girl friend and sis

They get through

To tend to his needs

 

Warm coat to wear

Keep out the cold wind

Only ten more riders to finish

Out of One Hundered starters

Reviews

[sette]

you know what is interesting about this poem is that i am not fond of outdoor activity or sports so it informs me clearly on what it is all about you really write uniquely and i enjoy reading them

[Wild Rose]

Well thank you for reading specially when it is an area you don't embrace
W are both outdoor people - First cycling; then fell (mountain) walking And camping now we have a motorhome (some call it our "Tin Tent" more posh than that
I had ridden the hill earlier on in the morning & returned to take a few pics

[sette]

wow that is so great