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Skeleton Bob

A winter Olympiad poem, inspired by the Gb team

I watched in awe as off they flew

Down the run of ice clear blue

On a craft to generate speed

Carving through ice quickfast was the need

As excited crowds they passed on by

They cheered them on as athletes did fly

And they did this more than once or twice

Navigating track all covered in ice

Aiming to make the fastest time drop

Running through finish line before they did stop

And repeating the task to achieve bronze thru to gold

To beating the clock in the ice and the cold

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.