Wrestling Poems

THAT’S MY BOY DOWN THERE

Please don’t curse that boy down there;
He is my son, you see;
He’s only just a boy you know,
But he means the world to me.

I did not raise my son, dear fan,
For you to call him names;
He may not be a super-star
But these are high school games.

You don’t know those boys down there,
They do the best they can;
They’ve never tried to lose a game,
They’re boys and you’re a fan.

This game belongs to them, you see,
You’re really just a guest,
They do not need a fan that gripes,
They need the very best.

If you have nothing nice to say,
Please leave the boys along,
And, if you’re forgotten your manners,
Then please just stay at home.

So, please don’t curse
those boys down there,
They’ll hustle ‘til they’re done,
And win or lose or tie, you see,
To us, they’re number one!

THE WRESTLING COACH

Dr. Bill Welker

There's someone who gives you have to respect.
He faces the challenge without a regret,
When riding the crest, fans praise him and cheer,
But if the team loses, cruel taunts he will hear.

Countless hours, he devotes, in preparing to win,
While his family is home, all waiting for him,
In victory, crowds beg for a shake of his hand,
In defeat, however, alone he must stand.

His wrestlers revere him, he knows what is best,
They render their utmost when put to the test,
No matter the outcome, he sits by their side,
Filling each youthful heart with courage and pride.

He tutors his matmen to fight till the end,
Yes, this is their coach, a builder of men.

THE WRESTLING PARENT

Dr. Bill Welker

Parents in wrestling are courageous -- it's true,
They feel all the pain that their child must go through,
At home, when he diets, they wish it could stop,
Yet know he must do it to stay at the top.

Excuses for losing they will not endure,
"Don't blame the ref, son, because of the score,
The coach, he will show you the best way to move,
Keep working in practice if you want to improve."

At dual meets, you'll see them breathing a prayer,
As their boy must compete with no one else there,
Whatever the outcome - mom cheers with deep pride,
While dad -- you will notice - stands right by his side.

They'll drive to a tournament many miles away,
To witness a child who's prepared for this day,
Their boy, he has trained, with all of his might,
Having dreams of becoming a champion tonight.

But should he fall short, at his corner you'll find,
A mother and father -- supportive and kind,
They teach that through wrestling he'll learn about life,
Yes, living is filled with both triumph and strife.

Now if you are searching for people who care,
Just look by a mat, they'll always be there,
Such love for a sport is truly inherent,
That's why we salute The Wrestling Parent.