OLD MAN OF THE OLYMPICS
He walks quite slow, his bones all creak,
He has gray hair, a wrinkled cheek.
How can it be that he’ll compete?
He’s never quit, this great athlete.
But can he win? He says, “Of course,
I have the most fantastic horse.”
Perhaps now this equestrian
will, at last, have his first win.
He has gray hair, a wrinkled cheek.
How can it be that he’ll compete?
He’s never quit, this great athlete.
But can he win? He says, “Of course,
I have the most fantastic horse.”
Perhaps now this equestrian
will, at last, have his first win.
© 2016 Rosi Hollinbeck. All rights reserved.
Diana Murray has challenged us to write a poem about an unlikely hero this month. Click HERE for more details.
Post your poem on our August 2016 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, August 26th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her fun new picture book from Roaring Brook Press:
