There I stood cold and shivering,
Not long until I could feel my knees quivering.
The air around me fresh and chilling,
My frozen stance made me even more willing.
Determined and ready I took my stance,
Knowing this was my only chance.
I pushed off fast and started to slide
The ice so smooth it was easy to glide.
Faster and faster I picked up speed,
If I was racing now I was sure I would lead.
I started to feel a burn in my chest,
This practice was bound to make me the best.
Perfecting the skill means you must wait,
So every day I endlessly skate.
Over and over and faster and faster,
Again and again until I will master
Sport has always been my strong skill,
Often because I can never stand still.
I’m always moving, up and about.
“Where you going?” I hear my trainer shout.
Lost in my thoughts I return to the rink,
I’m going much faster than I think.
I need to stop or at least slow down,
My trainers face nothing more than a frown.
Quickly I turned and came to a halt,
Straightaway I knew I was sadly at fault.
“Your face was glazed, what were you thinking?”
I hated being scolded, my stomach was sinking.
Everyday it happens, my mind always wanders
My trainer can tell from my countless blunders
He says if I focus I could be greater.
One day I will be World Champion Speed Skater.