Poem 1
Each gymnast always hears the same
Perfection! Or you will know shame
We bleed, we sweat, but there are no tears
For we won't show our competition our fears
Practice is a repeat of "Try again!"
Hoping it pays off and we win.
The glitter, leos, and pretty bows
Doesn't reflect what each one of us knows
Smile to the crowd, that's what they judge
But what we do isn't easy as fudge
If elegance and grace is what they see
And also our lack of gravity scheme
Then our routine was stuck and we went did well
Though we resist the urge to cheer and yell
A good routine means we just fit the mold
Until we stand on the podium and wear the gold
Submitted by: Elisabeth Auerbach
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Krista Beck - Sr Elite National Team Memeber
Madaline Chenko - Sr Elite National B Team Member
