I have seen Tom Daley dive. Yesssssssss! But not recently at the Olympics, but a couple of years ago at Plymouth Life Centre. Every Friday when I was there, so was Tom, and usually his dad was there too. I used to wonder how he learned all the techniques, the tucks, the spins, the pike, the somersaults, the tiny splash in to the pool.
High above on the diving board
Tom is thinking ahead,
He fears the risk of those twists and turns –
Success just hangs by a thread.
A small mistake with a clumsy move,
An entry not quite straight,
Or a mighty splash and a tower of foam
Will mean that his dive’s second-rate.
But off he leaps like a splendid bird,
Propels himself through the air,
His mind unleashed from the terror of life –
The knocks, the sorrows, the wear.
High above on your diving board,
When fears assault like a knife,
Grasp the risks, the twists and turns,
And somersault through your life !