Patience is a man's greatest virtue,
Or so the saying goes.
A gymnast must've said it
For a gymnast surely knows
That in this funny sport of ours
Discouragement runs high,
And at times the very best will find
This virtue has passed us by.
When hands are ripped and throbbing,
When every muscle is sore
Can a gymnast have the patience
To limp back in for more?
When you've lost moves you used to do
And progress seems so slow
Can you have faith in better days,
And not feel sad and low?
Can you admit you're frightened,
Yet not give in to fear?
Can you conquer pain, frustration,
And often even tears?
When someone else does something
You've tried so long to do
Can you really feel glad to her,
Or just pity for you?
And when success feels far away,
Your efforts all in vain,
Can you force yourself to wear a smile
And disregard the pain?
If despite the tribulations,
You can say, "I won't give in."
Maybe someday you'll discover
That it is your time to win!
-Anonymous
This poem has really inspired me!!! Thanks for posting this!
ReplyDeleteGood, I'm glad you like it! My coaches printed copies of it and framed them for my teammates and I when we were competing, I thought it was pretty cool. Don't forget to click "follow" in the sidebar!
ReplyDeleteI have dont worry(:
ReplyDeleteis this a decent start to a poem?
ReplyDeleteGymnastics is my passion,
My life, my fashion
On floor you fly so high,
Like you soaring in the sky,
On beam you tumble on a 4 inch piece of wood,
Hoping you did good,
When you release from the bars,
It feels like you’re gunna reach the stars,
Oh vault, the feeling you get when you do a yurchenko full,
Flying through the air like a beautiful seagull
You feel so happy,
Knowing you didn’t do crappy,
Sticking that landing,
Perfectly standing,
Releasing from the bar,
Flying so far,
Not giving a care,
While in the air,
Tumbling, and tumbling across the beam,
Knowing your living your dream!
why did you swear
DeleteCool :) I especially like the ending!
ReplyDeleteA Gymnast's poem for Julia
ReplyDelete(written by her Dad)
For many hours each day
several days each week
I work out with a passion
for the goals that I seek
I work for myself
I work for the team
Not all understand
The gymnast's true dream
I've traded time with my friends
to hone mind, body, and spirit
While I do love this sport
there are times that I fear it
I've endured rips and tears
sore muscles and joints
for a gymnast's life
is about scoring high points
I've conditioned my body
day and night, until late
I've worked very hard
because this is my fate
Meet day arrives
and I'm so glad that its come
It's time to show off
what my training has done
My team marches in
with great grace and cheer
but deep down inside
I harbor some fear
I face the judges
I salute and I wave
I will give the performance
I know that they crave
I think, point my toes
keep my legs straight
I smile and hope
that today I'll be great
The music plays
and my routine I do start
all nerves and apprehension
fly right out of my heart.
I strive for perfection
when I leap onto the floor
I do handsprings and flips
and receive a high score
On the vault I jump
and try to get higher
a perfect routine
is my greatest desire
On the beam I am graceful
nary a wobble or trip
cartwheels and walkovers
with a high mid air split
On the Bars I twirl
and display my best tricks
My dismount is perfect
Smile, point, and stick
My routine finishes
to a loud cheering sound
I'm called to the podium
I've won the all-around
I look to the bleachers
I see my family is there
Clapping and cheering
With pride in their stare
That's why I'm a gymnast
and proud to be so
all that's good in life
is right here, that I know
nice really long
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