When beauty, grace and strength are all combined
In vault, uneven bars and floor and beam,
Young girls, petite, yet strong and well defined,
Then dance and jump and swing, each with a dream.
The four-inch beam has filled the best with fear.
They leap and land, then totter and some fall.
The lines around the floor seem oft so near,
That tiny step outside can lose it all.
And yet, I watch the magic that they bring
With ease and supple strength and smiling face.
They leap and spin and fly and then they swing,
There’s nothing that they do that’s commonplace.
Amazed, I watch the tiny gymnasts all,
While praying, as they flip, than none will fall.



The poem as always was wonderful with perfectly flawless meter and rhyming.Word choice was good and the thought you put into it was great.Best of luck in the contes.I hope you win

I've only written one.
I've been trying to think up something for this contest, but I think you have just written a winner here. Awesome job, Grandpa! Good luck in the contest


i was surprised and still am that we are the only entrants so far. anyway, this is very beautiful. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...


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