The raceA Poem by Terra BenditeThe engine revs the smell of gasoline fills the air the track ready for cars to race as the countdown starts people wait and see while having snacks in their laps as the countdown hits one the cars race blurs of colors across the track people cheering while I sit watching a bright race car starts passing then it suddenly starts to turn left and right trying to straighten itself but it didn’t succeed I watch as the car hits the others it starts to do a barrel roll everybody is silent waiting to see if the driver is okay as the cars stop an ambulance drives across the track and people pull the driver out of the battered car the audience watches as the injured driver goes on a gurney into the ambulance I never forgot that sad tragic day when my father was sent to the hospital in a coma © 2015 Terra Bendite |
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