On the Run
Deen also responded to the challenge of writing in the ballad form. This poem was a favourite with the writing group. Every week we would read it out, in its different forms as it developed, and we all gave our opinions on how it should end.

On The Run
He is critically injured
The pain is unbearing
He carries on running
This escape will be daring

His Sons are watching
He is urged on by this sight
He will keep on going
Through the whole night

Balls of steel
Legs going strong
But one slip up
And it could all go wrong

Prayers to God
That he will make it
His life is at stake
Head-hunters will take it

He needs to get away
Blood still pouring
It’s a jungle out there
With lions roaring

Snakes, lizards, predators
Poisonous insects lurking
But he carries on somehow
His legs continue working