Here is the poem, drafted on a late night that was the inspiration behind and what got me going with the Rich Man’s Gym concept.
Ode to the Kettlebell
Give me an open park with dewy grass
On an abnormally brisk March evening
Give me a rising moon and
The glare of the streetlamps on the wet road
Give me a tall thick pine tree
With sturdy branches to hang my rings
Give me pull ups and dips
To test my strength
Give me Giryas and Poods
To Swing and Press long into the night
Some may call this the poor man’s gym
But tonight I tell you,
As I catch my breath
I am the richest man alive!
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