Friday, May 16, 2008

Poetry

Two point four, hundred ‘n twelve,
Twenty six Miles onward
Along the banks of CdA
Swam the 2600
“Forward the Lean Brigade!"
“Toward Ironman!” he said:
Along the banks CdA
Swam the 2600

“Forward the Lean Brigade!”
Was there a one dismayed?
Not though the athletes knew
This day would continue:
Theirs not to make reply
They know the reason why
Theirs but to do and tri:
Along the banks of CdA
Ran the 2600

Sun shone above them,
The hard ground below them,
Hills rose a front of them,
Rising and rising;
Encouraged with yell and bell
Boldly they rode and well
Into the mountains of green
Along the path of Iron
Rode the 2600

Flashed all their muscles bare
Flashed as they turned in air
Cranking pedals there
Charging a mountain while
All the world wonders
Plunged in the heat and sweat
Right over the hill they broke
Men and Women
Reeled from steep grade
Shattered and sundered
Then they rode back, but not
Not the 2600

Sun shown above them
The hard ground below them,
Hills rose a front them
Rising and rising;
Beaten by pain and thirst,
Though Heroes all some fell
That they had fought so well
Came through the mount of green
Back from the path of Iron
All that was left of them
Left of the 2600

When can their glory fade?
O the valiant effort they made!
All the world wonders,
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Lean Brigade
Worthy 2600!

Of course, this is adapted from the Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred, Lord Tennyson written in 1854 about the Battle of Balaclava. Greyhound is credited for stirring up my "creative" juices in his poetry contest. Five weeks and two short days until 2600 of my new best friends and I toe the line and charge up those hills....towards Iron!

12 comments:

stronger said...

I bet there is some sort of rule that if you write a poem to Ironman, you must write 2 to your wife. Nice work.

TriSherpa Di aka "Mrs Bigun" said...

aww...I love that girl!! (Stronger)
That really is a great "poem" honey.

SWTrigal said...

awwww...Very cool indeed! That is a great poem..

Fe-lady said...

Impressive...
I can only do Dr. Seuss type stuff.

Coach said...

Uhh, you're not really going to toe any line are you? Aren't you really going to be floating around in the water waiting for a gun to go off. And as for charging the hill, isn't water basically flat? Lastly, Leave your freak'n cat alone! So it drools. You better ask your wife about throwing stones in glass houses....Hey maybe there's a poem about that too, well at least a lymric.

Bolder said...

well, done. i'll be standing right there, um, sorry Coach... floating right there next to you...

until you knock my goggles off.

TriSherpa Di aka "Mrs Bigun" said...

hey "coach" who are you?!?!
I always pay attention and try not to swear on my posts or comments but in this case - Go fuck yourself.

S. Baboo said...

Nice man. A limerick huh, you know I was a rugby player.

There once was a man from Brandon
On the shores of CdA he was standin’
First the swim then the ride
Through the marathon he flied
And across the finish line he was landin’


Ok, I tired.

tri-mama said...

A true renaissance man!

excel man said...

Poetry? There's no poetry in traithlon! Triathlon is the most physical sport in the world! Poetry? What's the dealio with that?

excel man said...

As usual, I was too quick to comment. There is poetry (in motion) in triathlons. Sorry. Now back to the pasta.

Lana said...

Damn...that's good stuff!