The One and Only Red Gerard

The one and only Red Gerard learned to fly in his own backyard. On a course his brothers built, where they pulled him up the hill.

Where on his snowboard down he’d go as he flew across the snow! Where he would learn his many tricks that would take him on his many trips. Around the country he was the best as he soon rose above the rest. Where he would finally get his shot to take him to the mountain top. Where he would fly across the sea surrounded by his family. To be only seventeen, living his Olympic dream.

On that crisp, cold winter day. He looked unnerved some would say. And with his coach on the loft, he crouched his knees and he took off. Upon his board I watched him sail as he slid across the rails to the first ramp he did his tricks with a couple turns and twists. Then he turned all the way around and down the slope he flew down to the next ramp he quickly hit where he did his backward flip! And on his feet I watched him land and I thought surely on his can! And the next ramp would be his final one and he thought how he would land that run.

As he flew down so cool and swift into that brisk breeze he got his lift right off the ramp I watched him spin around the world and back again as he turned into the swirling air that spun him like a swivel chair.

And when he knew it was complete as he landed there right on his feet! And the crowd went crazy like he had won, like the crowd had crowned their favorite son.

And now the rest is history on that day he got the gold you see. For the world of sports a shining star. The one and only Red Gerard!