Olympic Poem

• Dawson Tatarinow, Grade 5, Macarthur Anglican School
• Poetry
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

I crouched down ready
to try and beat usain
bolt in the 100m sprint. The crowd was roaring
the kids were drawing
and an Olympian was snoring. The gun went
and I sped off like a dead
beachhead on a red bed rolling
down the steepest hill in the
world. Usain bolt flew
past me like a blue church pew eating stew.
We crossed and I got second
which was a silver medal.
YAY!!!