A green flag waves over forty-three charioteers
Waging war in their battle taxis for a treasure chest of fortunes.
Escalating up to 200 miles per hour, Rubbing wheels and tugging
With both hands on the reins of more than 750 horsepower.
The burning sunshine blazing down on a blistering speedway of asphalt,
The field of warriors appear to anchored in a 200 mile per hour parking lot.
Equally matched in skill and determination, jockeying produces little gain.
Little encouragement can be heard from their screaming fanatics.
Over the 500 mile contest, some expire and retreat to their stalls,
While the remaining fatigue through the tips of the white-knuckled fingers.
As the flag of black and white checkers waves in the tropical air,
A sole charioteer is embraced by the glory of victory.
Robert Stanhope started creative writing during his Junior year of high school. In his twenties, he became a motorsports journalist and was published in a number of local, regional, and national trade publications. Now in his early 40s, Bob has returned to creatively writing, including embarking on his first novel, The Last Lie.