Gymnastics Meet
My stomach ties in knots,
my heart starts to pump.
A cloud of chalk swooshes by.
I am about to compete on the bars
I am a bundle of nerves ready for action
Waiting to salute
I stand up on the scary, skinny beam,
I
start to jump as though I’m on a trampoline.
All I see are girls here and there,
leaping, twisting and turning with flair.
I flip off the beam
I salute to the judge
I walk off and hug my coach
There’s an air of excitement
as I wait and see my final score.
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