Foreigners Instructor Course, Kukkiwon, Korea - Poem
Post date: Jul 26, 2011 8:28:01 PM
a poem by Master Lindsey Bell
Kukkiwon Course, we're on our way;
From many countries we're here to stay;
For one week of intensive training,
We all know it will be draining.
People from countries far away;
Nepal, Colombia, the USA.
All here for one thing; a martial art:-
Something so close to our heart.
We want to learn and improve our techniques;
So our poomse is not 'unique'.
We come to Korea to learn the Kukkiwon way;
And make sure bad habits are kept at bay!
Outside, all week, the rain is relentless;
Sitting in a classroom, we couldn't care-less
We're reciting terms like "momtong makki";
But really we want to practice dollyo chagi!
“Fighting Man” makes us shout "hosay!"
Is this the usual Korean way?
We clap and applaud Korean Masters;
If this goes on, I'll need a hand plaster.
Lunch is served on plastic trays;
Bulgogi, rice, a banana today;
We dash from the class to the food block,
Then back again just after one o'clock.
Eventually we get on to the floor,
Desperately hoping the classroom's no more!
My legs feel heavy like a log;
Is it because of last night’s fried dog ;)!?!?
We start from the beginning; strange for some;
Il jang, ee jang, sam jang and so on...
Variations in stance and block;
Looks like we'll be here around the clock!
And for some the days are long;
After 18:30, the practice goes on.
Perseverance, self-control, indomitable spirit;
By the end of the week, we will get it!
We're in our doboks from dawn til dusk,
This is something you couldn't make up;
"Practice makes perfect" as we say;
So we keep on going the Kukkiwon way.
But it looks like the efforts do pay;
Five by five we were tested that day,
With happy faces and camera clicks;
We receive our certificates.
The test is over; practical and theory,
Time for lunch and maybe some beer-y :) ?
Goodbye instructor course number 23;
We had a good time, now that's all from me!