I Saw Giants - Poem

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I Saw Giants

I was a child, maybe even a toddler.

My great-grandad sat me down to watch his favourites.

Giant Haystacks and Big Daddy, monsters of men that defied my imagination.

Mountains of muscle and aggression clashing in sweat for a strap of gold.

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Black and white visions of a squared circle.

Of a cheering crowd with every slam and drop.

Of favourites from hometowns and vilified cheats of contest.

Kings of the rings that become an addiction.

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It was here that my fascination began.

With my great-grandad watching his wrestling tapes on VHS.

Listening to his stories of his favourites.

That could have been 30 years ago.

I think I’ll go watch some wrestling.

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