Through clamorous towns at a headlong pace, We cheered you on into Copley Place, Where with arms spread wide, and Church bells pealing, You bore a wreath of glory, Though head still reeling. * Within that crucible of miles, You’d been put to the test, Parrying every challenge, Proving whom was the best. * The distance you ushered, The pain you endured, Your flag now flutters, Must all seem a blur. * But the honor’s all yours, This Patriot’s Day, In this oldest of races, As men shout, “Hooray!” * And though crusted with salt, Legs seized with fatigue, The scene’s one to savor, As you recall the intrigue. Read more of this post (Editor’s note: Toni Reavis is one of the most thoughtful commentators on our sport. He has known Meb Keflezighi since he was in college. |