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Max Vale
Poems
Aug 2018
Throwback
Glorious hills,
Hall of fame.
Cheap thrills,
God of the Game.
How did I get here?
Shipwrecked boat,
Undiscovered land.
Sore throat,
Parched and bland.
It came from above,
Woken by the sun.
By the sight of a dove,
My training begun.
I fought beasts,
I ran till I could run no more,
I challenged chiefs,
I won the war.
My ordeal had not ended,
It had literally just begun.
My road was not apprehended,
By myself or anyone.
I surfed waves,
I braved the whirlpool.
I plunged into the ocean caves,
To recover the infamous jewel.
I climbed the mountain,
Silent and still.
At the peak lay a fountain,
Ready to spill.
The water enlightened me,
I was ready to fight.
Nothing could stop me,
As I flew into the night.
At long last I was home,
Captain's armband.
In this very stadium dome,
I will create history by my very own hand.
Written by
Max Vale
M/Somewhere
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