This is F1

A poem by Jonathan Degani, age 15, Dublin

Photograph: Clive Rose/Getty
Photograph: Clive Rose/Getty
Twenty cars on the grid, ready to race.
When the lights go out, they will begin the chase.
Their drivers waiting, filled with adrenaline,
Each ready to battle it out for the win.

It’s lights out and away we go.
The drivers speed up ready to show,
That their determination wouldn’t be in waste
And that they would be the one in first place.

The drivers racing hard, powered by their passion.
Some pilots, they perform in spectacular fashion.
While others, their races are over and done,
But that’s what it means to be in F1.