they try their hearts out the runners from the Suidhe to the town clapped on by onlookers, it's a fair way after training day-by-day we drove in later and looked at a beautiful thing I never thought to have after running my own marathon from bright beginning to this old place of ease and the mind's turning I should wear it with pride: my own badge of honour, the medal round my neck decked out in Royal Purple, fit for a Queennext poem