32+ The Time You Won Your Town The Race Poem Pictures. Eyes the shady night has shut. Smart lad, to slip betimes away.
Future simple, future perfect, future continuous, future perfect continuous.
After earth has stopped the ears The time you won your town the race, we cheered you through the marketplace; The price is high, time is on your side. Smart lad, to slip betimes away from fields where glory does not stay, and early though the laurel grows it withers quicker than the rose.