As an aspiring poet <br />He was determined he'd win <br />He just had to meet the challenge set for him <br />So frantically he did scribble and scratch <br />To find words that would rhyme and match. <br />He worked tirelessly for hours together <br />Sparing no thought for the ugly weather. <br />He ignored the winds and stayed focussed <br />Concentrating on the work lying before him. <br />He was almost confident that he'd win <br />The first prize at the competition. <br />Then came the thunder and the rain <br />And he wondered if he'd worked in vain. <br />He listened impatiently to the clock chime <br />Realising he was running run out of time. <br />He would never reach the venue <br />At the appointed hour to recite his verse <br />And just as he was beginning to despair <br />A kindly neighbour explained with care <br />That there'd be other chances <br />To publish his poem and win acclaim <br />After all it is not every day that there is rain.<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-competition-3/
