He Grew To Be Lightning Fast Poem by Linda L. Franklin
He Grew To Be Lightning Fast
He was born to a family
Way to the north.
All he ever wanted to do
Was shoot a puck or two
He could skate better than he could walk
So he practiced and practiced
As hard as he could,
Just so he could shoot a puck or two.
Into a fine young man he grew
At least 6’ plus two
He played and played all through school
Just so he could shoot a puck or two.
He grew to be lightning fast,
As his slap shot is 90 or more
And his team knew
He could shoot a puck or two
So in the future, when you watch him play
Just know that he plays and plays
Just so he can shoot a puck or two
For you
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4/25/2024 12:49:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Can it be a relative of yours? Funny you should mention hockey. My husband used to play for the Ottawa Senetors. He was killed on the job in Ottawa. Glad you liked my poem which was written for him. There is another, well more than one, which I wrote to him. One called just - To Maurice - and another - One There Was. Adeline