A Day On A Fell.. by Tom Marper

On the grass I was standing, holding my shoes in delight,
this was my first fell race, I didn't realise I was in for a fight.

The starter shouted his orders and off we went at a pace,
up hill and onward we struggled, oh what an exciting race.

We finally reached the summit and turned to quickly descend,
it was lovely to reach the finish where I knew the race would end.

I put my kit in my kitbag, and thought of the wonderul way,
when I ran my very first fell race on that rainy January day.