The
sled run swooped:
so steep, he zoomed –
and almost left the ground,
as the saucer barrelled sideways,
and then, turned itself around.
Just like a magic carpet ride
on white on wings sky high –
like: an Olympic racer
as the world
spins – brightly – by.
With little woolly fingers clenched
red cheeks, rosebud lip bit –
he braved the mighty
two foot slope
whoop-whooping: I DID IT ! ! !
so steep, he zoomed –
and almost left the ground,
as the saucer barrelled sideways,
and then, turned itself around.
Just like a magic carpet ride
on white on wings sky high –
like: an Olympic racer
as the world
spins – brightly – by.
With little woolly fingers clenched
red cheeks, rosebud lip bit –
he braved the mighty
two foot slope
whoop-whooping: I DID IT ! ! !
note: The prompt from Poetry Jam this week was the Olympics. This piece is inspired by an old verse of mine, that I dusted off and rejigged, about my grandson's first "race" down a snowy hill.
photo: Sled Ride - W. Bourke
© 2014 Wendy Bourke
Gold medal! So fun to watch them...more fun than watching the Olympics, but that's just me. Enjoyed this very much.
ReplyDeleteI agree. They are more fun to watch than the Olympics!
ReplyDeleteVery sweet poem, Wendy! I am sure for your grandson it felt as exciting as it does to the more trained athletes.
ReplyDeleteI think you're right, Gabriella.
DeleteAnd that is the beginning of an Olympian. You just never know.
ReplyDeleteSo true . . . you really do - just never know.
DeleteBut the big question is... how did YOU feel watching him? = )
ReplyDeleteAt my age - I generally opt not to process, about half of what I see. Smiles.
DeleteSuch fun watching the grandchildren as they take part in those first important 'races,' isn't it? I just love to watch the look in their eyes as they fulfill their goals. Who knows what races each of them will take part in in their life. Perhaps these early 'races' are important for setting the tone of how they deal with competition.
ReplyDeleteOops - got a bit out of order there and, for a minute it read as if I opt not to watch my grandchildren, Eech - again with the techno-goofs.
DeleteBut yes indeed, Mary, I do think that the seeds of athleticism are sown very early in life. My grandson whispered in my ear the other day, that he has chosen downhill racing as his Olympic event. If only wishing made it so, Sigh. But then again, you just never know.
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ReplyDeleteha. nice....we piled snow and built a ramp this last week...so it was several feet off the ground that the sled launched from...i love sledding....
ReplyDeleteThanks, Brian.
ReplyDeleteLuv the final whoop whooping
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
Thanks so much, Gillena.
ReplyDeleteYes i did ir, that feeling that everyone can do it, that it is there and accessible. Great capture.
ReplyDeleteYou nailed it Wendy.....nicely done
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your kind comments. Thanks so much, Alan and Wayne.
ReplyDeleteHa ..a future olympian or if it doesn't work out just having a lot of fun!:)
ReplyDeleteThe spirit of a future Olympian--or maybe just someone who has a lot of fun!!
ReplyDeleteWell, hopefully it's all about the fun! Thanks, Rallentanda and Peggy
ReplyDeleteWendy, Delightful!! a perfect picture painting, love that last stanza :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm pleased you enjoyed it Sara. I thought your take on the "Olympics" prompt from Poetry Jam was really delightful, also.
ReplyDeleteOh Wendy ... Grandmothers are magical poets ... With the best kind of inspiration!
ReplyDeleteThey are indeed. Thanks for commenting, Helen.
ReplyDeleteHow cute - and fitting this week too!
ReplyDeletej.
So sweet! Maybe this could be the beginning of a future bobsled Olympian!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Janet and Robyn. Though, a Bobsled Olympian is pretty scary for Nana to contemplate. Smiles.
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