Though the snow came down.
As the pond was frozen.
Our skis were waxed.
As our feet were clothin'.
The crowd showed up.
To win the gold.
But the silver shined on.
As the bronze took hold.
A metal of honor.
We wear at our neck.
Ski-board in hand.
So what the heck.
The torch burns bright.
As it travels its distance.
Lighting our skies.
For The Winter Olympics..
Sports Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2006,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
Kim Robin Edwards
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-winter-olympics/
