Running With The Bulls

This poem is in honour of those who feel the need to challenge themselves during the San Fermin festival in Pamplona, Spain.

In Pamplona’s streets, the frenzy unfolds,
A spectacle of daring, where courage takes hold,
With pounding hearts, the brave souls align,
To face the beast, the moment divine.

In the morning haze, anticipation brews,
A primal dance, where adrenaline ensues,
Through cobbled lanes, they dash like the wind,
In pursuit of valour, where legends begin.

For some, it’s not just a race to survive,
But a quest for life’s essence, where passions revive,
In each thunderous step, a freedom is found,
A moment suspended, with danger unbound.

With horns that pierce, and hooves that thunder,
The pulse of life beats fierce, like no other,
For in facing death’s might, they feel truly alive,
In the midst of chaos, their spirits strive.

So let us marvel at those who dare,
To run with the bulls, with hearts so rare,
For in their courage, we glimpse our own strife,
And understand the thrill of risking one’s life.