A poem inspired by the Australian Open Tennis in Melbourne
Tennis is a form of expression,
full of emotion, anguish and depression.
The endless moments of pain and frustration,
hinder the superior concentration
needed to succeed in such a sport,
a constant battle which is never short.
When the pressure begins to mount
and every point is made to count,
the tension is as thick as fog
hovering through the nights cold.
Those who ignore it are brave and bold.
When the winning combination is found,
one person emerges at the top of the mound.
The honour and pride is finally his
and all that is left now,
is to stare down the long narrow path
and do it all over again.