Gymnastics: A Poem

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Submitted by Isabella Pittman (Junior Tech)

A way with birds

Silver wing tips

Thoughts after words

Sixteen back flips

 

The Flips don’t stop

Gymnastics, no master

Forced to run fast

It only gets faster

 

Speed is a factor

With liquids like air

Coke-a-cola lungs

And a wood swivel chair

 

Here when not there

There when not here

All I do is exist

Inside limited sphere

 

Deprived of 4 circles

But I like my shoes better

No one-way streets

City sad but a treasure

 

Time hard to measure

Time adds pressure

However, I’m not leaving

I’m tethered

To this endeavor