Le Tour De France

• Sam Walsham, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2010

There is something we seek
We will search the valleys, the highest peek
Man and machine hand in hand
Like a storm we sweep the land

We wind through the roads like a slithering snake
Risk life and limb, dodge certain fate
Tears will be shred and blood will flow
As we search high and low

Like a lion we stalk our pray
For Paris brings instant fame
Like a bullet we cut through the air
While chasing this chance so rare

Come blistering heat, turn will our feet
Come freezing cold, we will refuse to fold
Come the thickest of hail, we will refuse to fail

For the only the brave shall prevail