For something a little lighter...
I found this on the web. It was written by a 14 year old.
ODE TO MY FIRST JUDO GI At the tender age of four
by Nathan Goltz; Age 14
It appeared
Ghostlike,
A shadow of infinite power.
At first I refused,
Dared not accept.
Soon it caught me like a net.
I tried it on.
My first judo class!
It was beautiful,
A white tooth made for wearing,
Beauty only I can see.
To wear it
Was to give in.
Its fine stitching
Was an art itself.
It was like a friend,
Always there,
Powerful,
Mysterious,
Loyal,
A friend.
Its collar symbolized combat -
Rough, white, thick
Collar made for combat.
It now lies tattered
Broken and unwanted.
Its collar is worn,
Punctured,
Stitching is gone.
The gi (uniform) misses the stench of battle,
The stench of perfecting character.
Still it lies
Strong,
Proud,
Drenched in the blood of my soul
Judo. . .