He bravely stood his ground that night, black belt
Almost within his sight. His best San Sou
He next would fight. He aimed his hands and threw
Them lightning quick. So fast was he, he dealt
His foe a dizzy swarm of jabs. We felt
His perfect form would help him win. We knew
He sparred so well that no one could outdo
His style. And yet, no blow stuck he, no welt.
And then he let them see his best Quigong.
He fought with sword-like sticks of hard bamboo.
And then the mat: pull, shove. When this was done,
He showed them all his push-hand stance was strong.
His great free-from insured he'd pass review.
Hard work: well-earned black belt that Braeden won.
Maurice A. Williams
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