Born to Spin

Five and six, seven, eight

My body’s bruised; it’s getting late


As the pole falls my smile slips

But on I go, I cannot quit


Step, together, step once more

Pause for one count then let it soar


Two beats early; just keep going

I feel as if my moves are slowing


One more run before the show

I’m pumped, ready, and I just know




It’s my moment; let that flag free

Right here, right now, it’s only me


All those hours before yield

To seven minutes on the field


I stride across the green with grace

The largest grin upon my face


And as we head back in with pride

They cheer for us and I decide


Even though our team did not win

Guard is my life; I’m born to spin






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