It was an August day, the sun shone ripe;
and blue lake breezes lapped up on the cliffs
the grass shone gold, the flowers, every type
and trees and berries sent out fragrant whiffs
of summer sweetness. Through the cottage door
inside the TV athletes swift and fleet
hailing from each nation, every shore
were armed and masked as quickly flew their feet
and flashed their blades. The crowd watched in rapt awe
as metal clashed and sweat did sting their eyes.
So fast they fought, so brave, but no one saw
the true breadth of their fight to win the prize.
I was transfixed, drawn by the sword’s sweet song
I knew that I had found where I belong.