THE RACE

The starter takes his hat off.

He lifts it up.

He lifts it up.

He holds it there.

He drops it.

They are off.

They are off.

They are running together.

No horse is in front.

No horse is behind.

They are together.

Together.

Running, running.

The black one that the Trader likes

stretches out,

running,

running,

gets in front,

running,

running.

Sand flies.

People shout.

The People shout.

Now comes the horse

my uncle knows.

There he is,

there he is,

in front,

in front,

away in front.

He has won the race.

The horse my uncle knows

has won the race.

The horses come back.

They are sweating.

Their sides go in and out

just like my blouse

goes in and out.

We are tired,

the horses and I are tired.

It takes some running

to win a race.