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
