You looked so big and scary
When I entered that first day
And when you said: “Come train with us!”
I felt compelled to stay.
I was keen but unfamiliar
And I tried to do my best.
I felt so uncoordinated
Compared to all the rest.
I came back again the next time,
Determined to learn more,
And though yet to get too black and blue
I pulled up pretty sore.
But by then the bug had bitten
And that Sunday morning fix
Was the thing I craved the whole week through
While practicing my kicks.
I’d started on a journey
I had finally found my “way”
Each kick, each punch, each block, each strike
Improved gradually each day.
I got some white “pyjamas”
Though they’re now known as my Gi
My boxing gloves and mouth guard
I donned each week with glee.
I went to meet the other gang
who train up in Magill
Though t’may be “half way to Melbourne”
I keep going back there still
I went to Shihan’s workshop
On a kata so complex
I could barely e’en pronounce it’s name,
Yet I joined in with the best!
The day of reckoning arrived
The time had come to grade
I did not know what to expect;
I was somewhat afraid
It was a proud moment
To put on my yellow belt
And to see my boy get his as well
Just made my strong heart melt.
A tournament was close behind
I was hesitant to enter
But with a little prod from Sarv and you
I got in front and centre.
Another month on, I grade again
A black stripe and 9th Kyu
At least this time I sort of
Have worked out what I need to do!
And somehow we have reached the end
Of my first Karate year
It’s been fun and fast and furious
And I’ve enjoyed every minute here.
Each time I leave the sacred space,
I leave wanting to learn more
I’m so glad I left my comfort zone
And crossed the dojo floor.