shooting down a track,
dressed in all black.
The Americans took their places,
with gleams on their faces.
Ready, set, go,
we knew they were all pro.
The americans shot down the track in the bobsled,
and they stayed ahead.
Coming around the turns,
hoping not to overturn.
The blades dug into the ice,
like a slice.
They shot passed like a dart,
and marked first on the chart.
USA bobsledding twenty-sixteen,
was nothing like we have ever seen.
Wow! Marley, I love how this poem was very descriptive and I could imagine it perfectly! I especially love the last stanza with the end rhyme between "twenty-sixteen" and "seen." It was very effective!
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