Fencing
As I grip my Sword and Start to sweat
The referee shouts out fence,
I thrust My blade at my opponent's Chest
He obviously think that hes the best,
I feel my pulse Beating Hard
I can’t believe I've Come this Far,
I'm At the Commonwealth Games
My Family are all so amazed,
My opponent thrusts at me
I block his hits all with ease,
With one last hit I knock him down
The Celebration echoes all around,
I've Won it I've done it
I hear the Cheers,
After all that training
After all those years,
Its finished its done
I've been crowned number one
And I shall cherish this memory for years to come
For the Art of fencing is my number one.
By Sophie