Feel our hearts calm and without fear;
See us the courageous as we lead the fight,
Today our fate we shall create.
We are the torch, the Marist pride,
The icons of passion and hearts set aflame;
Our calloused hands yield our sword,
Our feet scarred, but it made us bold.
For who but a fool comes to war unequipped,
But to us, this battle is to conclude what was sowed.
Keep our soul burning, with fervor amidst every falls,
This is our fight and we shall endure.
We come to war with a lion's roar,
Our weapons forceful as a hornet's sting.
We win this battle with the wit of a fox,
And like an eagle's flight we soar on high.
My winning piece -- well, not the exact copy which was submitted, but nevertheless, it's still the same poem. Some words were changed since I could no longer remember what I wrote on my final copy. I only had the draft with me.
That was my entry for the on-the-spot Poem Writing contest for our University Days, and I was representing our college -- The Business College. The theme was "Fighting, the Marist Way", or anything like that. Lol. Here's a thing ... only now did I realize that I misspelled the word unequipped. I wrote on my entry "unequiped". Now that was shameful. But I feel lucky since the judges overlooked the misspelled word, or maybe they just had no other better choice. *Shrugs* Well, another thing is, I almost slept because I was so tired during that time and nothing sane was coming in my head. Really, my first draft was all but a juggle of words and I almost wanted to give up. Glad that I still tried to write even when nothing good was coming out. Eventually, something did after the first hour.
That was my entry for the on-the-spot Poem Writing contest for our University Days, and I was representing our college -- The Business College. The theme was "Fighting, the Marist Way", or anything like that. Lol. Here's a thing ... only now did I realize that I misspelled the word unequipped. I wrote on my entry "unequiped". Now that was shameful. But I feel lucky since the judges overlooked the misspelled word, or maybe they just had no other better choice. *Shrugs* Well, another thing is, I almost slept because I was so tired during that time and nothing sane was coming in my head. Really, my first draft was all but a juggle of words and I almost wanted to give up. Glad that I still tried to write even when nothing good was coming out. Eventually, something did after the first hour.
The medal I received was somewhat weird. Well, it IS really weird. It's a keyholder. They just put a sling on it so they could sling it on on the student's neck on the awarding ceremony. *Shrugs -- again*. But then, I just felt lucky to have won first place. I'm not bragging, but well. Thank God for the talent. Even when I think to myself "Just because there was not anyone better, that's why I won." Well, of course, because at that time, my poem was the Best. "Just be grateful that you won."
Yes, yes.
By the way, since it would be wasteful to have my "medal" lying somewhere in a box, I slung it on my school ID just to have something extra. I wouldn't want to make use of it as a keyholder anyway.
Yes, yes.
By the way, since it would be wasteful to have my "medal" lying somewhere in a box, I slung it on my school ID just to have something extra. I wouldn't want to make use of it as a keyholder anyway.
