After watching Georges win his first Welterweight title, I watched as he brought his mother into the octagon to share the greatest moment in his life with her. As he dedicated the belt to her and showed his love and gratitude to her I was touched and brought to tears. For days afterwards the words for this poem were "stuck inside my head." I kept hearing them and it was very distracting. Finally I awakened one morning with the words still echoing in my mind so I went to my computer, found the Poetry.com site and quickly wrote the words down to purge them from my mind and find relief. I was completely surprised when notified that my poem "GSP" had won an editor's choice award. Then as now I dedicate this poem to Georges' mother Paulyne St. Pierre.
Georges "RUSH" St. Pierre
Comes into the arena like he is floating on air!
Dressed in a gi of blue, red, or white,
When he is in the octagon it's the fight of his life.
Montreal, Quebec, CANADA is his homeland;
His whole body is a weapon, not just his hands.
He has heart, strength, spirit, and brains;
For the love of martial arts, not just the glory, he trains.
When he answers our questions, it is straight from his heart
He was raised as a true gentleman and fits the part
Fans cannot get enough of his voice and charm;
When he is not fighting, to all he is warm.
Georges "RUSH" St. Pierre comes into the arena
Like he is floating on air!
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