Garden Olympics
It was a good job that our garden
was big enough to be
the site of the Olympics
organized by me.
We all picked a country each;
Tom wanted Italy.
Barry wanted to be Britain,
and USA for me.
We sprinted up the browning lawn
and hurdled our way back
over some upturned garden chairs
then rested for a snack.
We held a cycling time trial,
down the street, round the bin.
Barry cried when he fell off;
we had to let him win.
We tried to do the pole vault
with a clothesline prop
but then our mum came out the door
and told us all to stop.
Plastic plates made us a discus.
it put us in a spin.
Pampas grass was very handy
as a safer javelin.
We had some gold coin chocolates
saved from Christmas Day
that we used for the gold medals
the prize after the fray.
When mum shouted tea was ready
we went to watch TV
the Garden Olympics heroes
Barry, Tom and me.
Tim Fellows 2019
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