Jump Rope

The little girl in a wayward dress

jumping shamelessly, hair a mess

what becomes of training in the sun

a world athlete, the sheer power of one

she jumps, she glistens in the hot afternoon

not knowing we watch for a hero to bloom

jump,jump,jump...for those who hold the ropes

a quickened pace can and will she cope

she jumps harder, faster then ever before

spinning the crowd with an energy core

she is spinning now out on the ice

no wayward dress a custom costume so nice

skates are down ,arms gracefully held high

reaching the stars, touching the skies

gold for her efforts containing a dream

a quest  of nostalgia creating a theme

jumping a rope found beside of the road

led us to watch a leader unfold

jump,jump,jump,...for those who hold the rope

leads to gold, when a girl has strength to cope

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

Love the action in this piece, Holly. Your poem brings a touch of nostalgia, and makes me want to find a rope to jump with... Love the "strong girl" message, too. Nice write!

[Holly Mason]

thank you teach*)appreciated much

[Jack...]

Inspiring and beautiful, the sentiment behind this poem is heart felt and endearing. Beautiful.

[Holly Mason]

thank you so kind friend

[Jack...]

Hi there, you never answered any of my emails.

[JDA]

Thanks for your words about "A Watched Pot"....I wrote it in about a minute while waiting for water to boil for tea !

As a school teacher, a few of your poems resonate with me, among them this one - an image familiar to me on recess duty ! I love your intermingling of lots of alliterative four-letter words.

I glean from your work that you are a mother. "Jump Rope" brought to mind a poem by Myesha Jenkins that you might appreciate, called "My Sweet Girl".

I am enjoying reading your other poems, too. All best.

[Holly Mason]

Thank you much truly