Comrades

Comrades

Before the sun has begun to rise,
Before the moon has closed its eyes.
We stand together to wait for the gun,
That will start this years Comrades run.

The gun is fired we begin our quest,
To reach the finish without a rest.
The start is slow so many runners,
I glance around at all the banners.

The field spreads out as we go along,
I hear some people humming a song.
All the supporters along the way,
Make for an happy enjoyable day.

As I stride out along the course,
I see the fields of cows and horse.
I reach a water table and take a drink,
All through the race still time to think.

The hours are passing the end drawing near,
Some of the people start to offer a beer.
Some runners fall to be picked up again,
There is no stopping this human train.

The time is approaching for the final gun,
The one that signals the end of the run.
The finish in sight but is there time,
Some are crawling to the finish line.

Why do I do it you might well ask,
Why would I tackle this mammoth task.
Is it for the money or just for fun,
Or it is just because I love to run.

In these days of crime and hate,
This is a way to put things straight.
We work together we go the same way,
We are all comrades on this day.