Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By WilliamLindsey1337 The Hundred-Yard Dash
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Straight from the start to the “tape;”
Distance hath charms, but a “Ding Dong” means death,
Death without flowers and crape.
Held by a leash all unseen;
“P’ff,” we are off, from the pistol we gain
Yards, if the starter’s not keen.
Under the touch of our feet;
Flashes of sunlight, the crowd’s muffled purr,
The rush of the wind, warm and sweet.
Struggle and strain are all past;
Only ten ticks of the watch, but it makes
First, second, third, and the last.