| Through My Eyes | |
| An Inspirational Poem Submitted by Randi. |
Through My Eyes
As
we walk through the door, our hair up in curls,
We watch
some of the girls practice their flips and twirls.
It's our turn to practice, we run through everything once or twice;
All stunts are solid, the routine looks nice.
Our
team is called, it's time to go on,
Our minds go blank, the routine is gone.
The
crowd goes wild as we spirit out,
Everyone is nervous without a doubt.
The
music starts, the routine comes back,
This is the real thing, no time to slack.
Formation
runs and motion drills, we've all come to hate,
Really paid off, 'cause we're looking great.
We've
practiced for hours to look good for three minutes,
We give
it our all right up to the finish.
First
place or last, we know we've done our best,
Now it's time to cheer for the rest.
--Anonymous
Submitted By Randi
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