Nascar Thunder

by Yuna   Feb 25, 2007


You hear the thunder,
you smell the gas
the striking of bumpers
the fear of being last.

The speeds are very quick
the focus is intense,
Newman's out in front
and behind are all the rest.

The laps go whizzing by
as the cars continue on
the crowd cheers for their guy
under the beating sun.

The end is very near,
the victor shall cross the line,
to win the nextel cup
and finish this here rhyme!

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  • 17 years ago

    by Hatori

    I loved the ending! People don't tend to end a poem like that, but you did, and I liked it! I like your choice of words too, and the topic is unique. Keep it up!

    Hatori

  • 17 years ago

    by Gem

    I had no idea what it was about but the lines of the poem told me all i needed to know.
    I love how you made the words speed up as you wrote, or that may have been the way i was reading it, lol
    But well done!
    5/5
    *gem*

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