My First Medal

The smell of trampled grass penetrates the air
The gold round object lights like a flair
Sun beaming down on the players below
As the reflection releases an almighty glow

Parents cheering, giving their support
My team runs around trying to master the sport
Finally the time is near
Clapping audience is what I hear
My name gets called to accept my prize
Filled with joy as I rise
The trophy is placed in my hands
All I hear is clapping fans.

As I hang it up, I am filled with pride
If I had a car, I’d do a victory ride
For all these years, it brings back memories
Hung on my wall of treasures

Hanging there, its job to inspire
Becoming a pro is what I desire
Now my moves are hot like a kettle
All because of my very first medal.