Page 122 - 1978

THE DECISION
You left the field and no one heard
A murmur from you. We,
With burning look and stubborn word, Challenged the Referee-
Why he forbade you to complete The run, hailing you back
Before your firm and eager feet Were half-way round the track;
Unless he had contrived, instead, To start you on a race,
With an immortal course ahead, And daybreak on your face.
In memory of Bonnie den Bok