Commonwealth games poem

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