Olympic Bound, by Sue Clayton

21/2/2021

SPORT

She’s lithe of body supple of limb
Strutting the beam
Full of vigour and vim

Astride the bars she soars in flight
Pirouettes and circles
A spectator’s delight

Across the floor she leaps and bounds
Cartwheels and handstands
Her moves astound

In this queen of sports she’s fearless and bold
Striving to be at the top of her game
Hoping one day she’ll win a medal of gold

Sandra James

21/2/2021 01:04:57 pm

I'll be cheering her on! Great story, Sue. Made me feel I was right there in the gym :)

Marjan sierhuis

21/2/2021 04:20:27 pm

Nicely done, Sue.

Krystyna

21/2/2021 07:07:10 pm

Powerful poem, Sue. With so much enthusiasm, I imagine one day she will get a gold medal.

Mary Wallace

23/2/2021 06:21:10 am

Nice one Sue.

Candace Arthuria Williams

23/2/2021 06:05:53 pm

Autobiographical by any chance, Sue? A relative or friend perhaps? Or maybe you were a judge? You tell your stories so well.

Sue Clayton

24/2/2021 12:11:39 am

Thanks, girls. Sad to say, Candace, it's fiction. Most gymnastics I ever did was hanging upside down on the wall bars and I never made it all the way over the vaulting horse.

Padmini Krishnan

26/2/2021 09:05:15 am

She has the right combination of talent and passion. With some luck, she could be the winner. Engrossing poetry

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Olympic Bound, by Sue Clayton

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