There's motion in the ocean.

He's swishing and swashing on the crest of a wave.
In the pursuit of a medal, he is a slave.

He bounces and flounces in the air.
His safety balances on a wing and prayer.

He's concentrating at a level never seen before.
He's an Olympic superstar.



And on the shore, the onlookers roar.
As if they are fighting an epic war.

They cogitate and deliberate,
as the athlete flies along the strait.

He feels the nation is on his side.
For they have come from far and wide.



But still he battles the elements and braces himself.
For prestige without wealth.