Why I Love Quidditch
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed my poems (or anything I wrote!).
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. I own nothing except this poem. So back off! ;)
Scene: Oliver Wood reveals why he loves Quidditch so much. He isn't the jock most people perceive him to
be...
Long ago, when I was three
My father got this jovial look in his eyes
And said to me
"Oliver, today I'm going
To teach you something new,
Something that I hope
Will always bring joy to you"
We played Quidditch for hours
just him and me
I rarely saw him
So this was a special treat
I remember the gentle wind
Ruffling my hair
I remember catching the quaffle
And seeing the smile on
my father's face that was so rare
I remember my face lighting up
At the sound of playing Quidditch
I had no worries, not a single care
My father taught me this wondrous sport
How to fly, how to catch, and
how to write team plays
But he never told me
About the threat of Voldemort
I thought we lived
a perfect life
Never giving into misery or strife
But this all changed
One fateful day
When Voldemort's influence
Came into play
One wand movement
Ended all my joy
My father's eyes shut forever
While tears filled my eyes
All I can remember
Is how the only thing
I could do was cry and cry
Voldemort stood back
Pointed and laughed
My mind boiled with anger
But there was nothing
That I could do
Without tempting Voldemort
To break me in two
He left quickly
Leaving behind that sinister laugh
I sobbed, clinging onto my father
Feeling the pain
of my heart breaking in half
But earlier that day
Before Voldemort came
My father said
how much he loved me
And how he was happy
That I loved Quidditch,
His favorite game
That is why I love to play Quidditch
It isn't about being a keeper
Or catching the snitch
It's because it reminds me
Of the father I will always miss
And how seeing me play
And having fun
Always filled his heart with bliss
Quidditch reminds me
Of the special time I had
Just playing I game I love
And spending time
With my dad
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed my poems (or anything I wrote!).
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. I own nothing except this poem. So back off! ;)
Scene: Oliver Wood reveals why he loves Quidditch so much. He isn't the jock most people perceive him to
be...
Long ago, when I was three
My father got this jovial look in his eyes
And said to me
"Oliver, today I'm going
To teach you something new,
Something that I hope
Will always bring joy to you"
We played Quidditch for hours
just him and me
I rarely saw him
So this was a special treat
I remember the gentle wind
Ruffling my hair
I remember catching the quaffle
And seeing the smile on
my father's face that was so rare
I remember my face lighting up
At the sound of playing Quidditch
I had no worries, not a single care
My father taught me this wondrous sport
How to fly, how to catch, and
how to write team plays
But he never told me
About the threat of Voldemort
I thought we lived
a perfect life
Never giving into misery or strife
But this all changed
One fateful day
When Voldemort's influence
Came into play
One wand movement
Ended all my joy
My father's eyes shut forever
While tears filled my eyes
All I can remember
Is how the only thing
I could do was cry and cry
Voldemort stood back
Pointed and laughed
My mind boiled with anger
But there was nothing
That I could do
Without tempting Voldemort
To break me in two
He left quickly
Leaving behind that sinister laugh
I sobbed, clinging onto my father
Feeling the pain
of my heart breaking in half
But earlier that day
Before Voldemort came
My father said
how much he loved me
And how he was happy
That I loved Quidditch,
His favorite game
That is why I love to play Quidditch
It isn't about being a keeper
Or catching the snitch
It's because it reminds me
Of the father I will always miss
And how seeing me play
And having fun
Always filled his heart with bliss
Quidditch reminds me
Of the special time I had
Just playing I game I love
And spending time
With my dad