Poetic Ramblings
Thanks to all of you who have "put pen to paper" and sent in your poetic thoughts. They all manage to capture the spirit of the Lingfield Marathon Fun Run in a magical way and are an inspiration to us all. Enjoy!
- 25 Years on by Jakie Gander
- Ode to the Lingfield Marathon by Jo Johnston
- Runnning for Fun by Tom Riley
- Ode to the Lingfield Marathon by Janette Wilson
- Lingfield Marathon by Ian Henderson
If you'd like your poetic thoughts to be added please email them to The Webmasrer including the word poem in the subject line..
I look forward to hearing from you.
25 years on
by Jackie Gander
Lingfield marathon
A Fun run so come along
United in a cause
Supporting charity’s new and old
Through word of mouth
The event has grown
From a tiny seed sown
A massive oak has grown
Folk with a passion
Have fun and running
To provide money so short
Sought by
Local groups and charities
Through streets we all know and love
Out in to countryside
Oh so beautiful
Pubs along the way
Provide a welcomed watering hole
The yellow bus with it distinctive runners on the side
Servicing the community
A Fun run in which
Every man, woman, and child
Compete on an equal level
The winners are
Young and old alike benefiting
From the cash raised locally
Spent locally
Ode to the Lingfield Marathon
by Jo Johnston.
Raising funds for good things
The thought gives us wings
Our feet swift and sure
bring cash to their door
Brownie Guides and Scouting
The Yellow Bus for outings
We brave the mud and rain
To make money for their gain.
So come and run with us
no need to make a fuss
Have fun whilst you are jogging
Please don’t ignore this blogging.
Running for Fun (and other aims)
by Tom Riley
Weary feet have blazed the trail and now look where we are.
Glory of the twenty fifth and joy, it's Jubilee
Recollect just what we've done, beyond our aiming far.
All by bringing jollity and footsteps flying free.
Shout the name of Lingfield Village, let the trumpets sound.
Backward survey through the years high crowned with success.
Hard earned, paint-smart, Minibuses sped the people round.
This year best foot forward, this time; we will do no less.
Strip for battle through the by-roads (modestly although).
Polish up your fashion trainers or your running shoes.
Flaunt your number, fore and backwards, proudly make it show;
All the heroes taking part are winners, none will lose.
Be there smart at 10 am as then the fun will start.
Don't be shy now get stuck in, and have a jolly time.
10 mile sloggers 6 mile dashers walkers taking part,
Ease your muscles, flex your knee-caps, till the starting line.
N. C. Y. P. E. - take notice - there's the starting gun.
Join the crowds of eager runners waiting for the sign.
When you hear it, best foot forward, run and run and run;
Devil take the hindmost as you leg it for the line.
On and on to Dormansland now round the houses run;
Cheerful pub, 'Old House At Home' is not a comfort place.
Back now to the Racecourse roadway, legs all having fun.
Up towards the Station house is where you've got to race.
Forward to the 'Hare and Hounds' pub, pounding on the road.
Left and left and through the pathway to the wild life plot.
Now we're taking to the country, winning fame the goad
Hope the pathway's not too muddy, or the sun too hot
Turn right at the lone Scout Hut, then, right up bridle lane.
Then head for the High Street, Six Mile runners heading home.
Weary legs a-pounding; heroes just ignore the pain.
Ten Mile runners double lapping turn left with a groan.
Hear the cheers along the High, and laughs at comic turns
Left at lane of Saintly Piers; the end a heady wine.
Aching muscles, pounding heartbeats, smarting blister burns;
All forgot, in rousing cheers, as winners breast the line..
Lingfield Marathon
by Ian Henderson
Fun run, run for fun, run, run, run,
Yard on yard, mile on mile,
And now with half the distance run,
We can afford to smile.We started many years ago,
We could not see ahead,
To how this marathon would grow,
Or whither it would lead.Keep striving on through sweat and tears,
With pains and aches untold,
Another five and twenty years,
And we could run for Gold!
Ode to the Lingfield Marathon
by Janette Wilson
Where the trains run clickety clack
Where the horses race along the track
The busy villagers meet together
To discuss the forecast for the weather
And the sporting event they will back.From that day on, the village streets
Echo to the sound of pounding feet
Running or jogging, in trainers or shoes
Shorts and vests and T shirts too
All jostling for space in the local streets.It matters not if they are young or old
Ladies and gents are keen and bold
Even the children want to join in
Equally sure that they are to win
Not wanting to be left in the cold.Enthusiasm and numbers grow
So as part of the summer show
A marathon open to everyone
Who thinks they're fit enough to run
Around the village, that's the way they go.The villagers come to support the fun
Cheer on their wives, husbands and sons
They throw their money into buckets and tins
With a noisy applause for the person who wins
The great Lingfield Marathon run.The winner's picture is in the local press
The organisers have done their best
The money is counted, and set aside
For community projects and others beside
To help the village, no more, no less.Today, in that special village in Surrey
Where the folks are always in a hurry
Dashing around, not enough hours in the day
Glad their community is here to stay
Thanks to the Marathon, Lingfield, Surrey.
That's all so far Folks!