Jamaica’s Usain Bolt
“The greatest athlete ever lived”
Is the title that they gave and give
To that man of record speed
Who would to none, his title cede.
For when this man gets on his way
That’s where he ends all talk and play
For he executes each race with skill
While the crowd looks on, in awe and thrill.
With strides akin to a galloping horse
Or a deer that would be made a corpse
Fleeing from some beast of prey
Who would its victim, nab and slay.
“Lightning Bolt” it is the name
Endowed upon this son of fame
For when he strikes he strikes with force
Upon each and every, racers’ course.
Between the points from start to finish
Time flashes by and with speed diminish;
The strident athlete moves so fast
Each race appears, as but a blast.
And ah, Great Bolt possesses the knack
When he gets out there upon the track
To get the crowd to lose its mind
As he leaves his challengers behind.
So graceful are the strides he makes
As he executes and demonstrates
The unique talent he possesses
To thrill the stirred, the buoyant masses.
All woven in Bolt’s skill to run
Is the talent to make his sport a fun
His movement and his gracious strides
Have won spectators, to his side.
And he has for himself designed
A mystifying pre-race sign
That he shows to all before get-go
That causes adrenaline to flow.
With torso tilted to one side
As though he’s in betwixt a slide
He points one hand towards the sky
As though a lightning bolt, is nigh.
Within the Bird’s Nest stadium there
When he in China first appeared
Showcased to all the world, the land
That indeed produced this unique man.
In London he repeats the same
Those magnetic acts that brought him fame
And gave the best of what he had
To make his fans, and country glad.
And he on Rio de Janeiro’s soil
Reaped for himself a heap of spoil
Reclaiming more of what he had
Those golden medals in a wad.
And true my friend, it’s not a myth
A living legend is who he is
A great achievement for so few
Of such endowment ever knew.
Oh yes, the golden boy stands tall
And he the world and all enthrall
By his majestic aura and spell
That comes from what he does so well.
He entered through and closed the gate
At nineteen point one nine and nine point five eight
For none has beaten that record yet
That this famous son, has run and set.
For each and every glorious rap
He puts Jamaica on the map
As a special place on mother earth
That to many famous men, gave birth.
Ah, yes, the world must now behold
Our Usain draped in black and green and gold
The colours of our nation state
That produces many, many greats.
