Getting ready for my first jump was all I could do,
The crowd cheering loudly was all I could hear.
Waiting for the official to tell me to go,
Then 3,2,1 and then it was off to the races.
It was all going fine until I went to land my jump,
Then I fell on my leg and tore it half way off.
The blood and pain were so excruciating,
Never again will I walk because of my fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem