Fairplay, Goodwill and Sportsmanship
finally found my heroÖ" is taken from Kevin Mansellís quote in
1987 when he crossed the Finishing Line for the first time . Kevin
definitely typified the fighting spirit of every Westfield Runner that
attempted the race between 1983 to 1991. Thanks Kev.
Kevin Mansell - road pit stop
Humour , Tr a g ed y and Courage Ė Runner s í Storie s
Our Ronnie is a runner, as slow as slow can be,
He is a Marathoner, all of us can see.
He runs along the highways with cars all wizzing by,
The only regular watchers are birdies from the sky.
His wife and 3 young children are sitting there at home
While Ronnie Ronnieís running his lips covered in
Where oh where is Ronnie? His lovely wife does ask,
Ron is on the highway. Sticking to his task.
His legs they pound the pavement his head raised to the
His sandshoes pounding onwards he wishes he could fly.
His team of nine mixed humans are bending to their
Their job is getting promptly whatever Ronnie asks.
Mal rants, Mal raves Mal orders them about,
His number one priority is getting Ronnie out.
Simon is a wonder as wait on Ron he does,
Ron just keeps on running wonít let the others pass.
Rebecca, Rebecca the masseur so sweet.
We all do believe this is her very first beat.
Reggie & Hitch regular drivers are they,
They drive for young Ronnie but without any pay.
Margret, Malís fiancee is here to work too,
Sheíll cook handle money and with Mal she will coo.
Our Sam, Ronís spaghetti will embellish and cook
Boy, when our Ron eats the public will look,
For Ron will run onwards by hook or by crook.
Shakie oh shakie he is burning bright,
Making our motors run all through the night.
Charlie our writer is a fatherly sight,
His number one illness is snoring all night.
When all get together we have a riotous time,
I wish I could think of a word that does rhyme.
Now back to the track all of us must go,
Somewhere our Ronnie is running in snow.
His teeth they do chatter his hair it is stiff,
We know all he needs is a Mars Bar to sniff.
So out go Rebecca and young Simon too,
While Mal our commander is sniffing with flu.
Bravely our crew members all struggle on,
Following so closely behind our young Ron.
As foot weary, arm weary lips so dried out,
He has so much trouble trying to pout.
In spite of all this, finish he does,
His loving young wifeís eyes are still filled with
Yes Ann at the finish she knows tha the tried
And waits there so bravely to give him her prize.
His children are there they are cheering like mad,
Their voices are yelling, good on ya Dad!
This poem was written by crew member and lifelong
friend to Westfield Runner, Ron
Hill, Charlie Py e. Charlie is also a good friend and
constant crew member to Colac
legend, Drew Kettle when he goes on his treks around
runner, Patrick Macke was going through Canberra when he had an urge to go
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