The Winner

This is a poem Caitey wrote. I think she did a great job. It just goes to show you she has a pretty good head on her shoulders. I am really proud of her.

The Winner

My heart stops,

I slowly walk up to the block.

My stomach is a pretzel.

The Coach's eye telling me

to try my best.

I climb up on the block.

The sound of the buzzer

rings in my ears.

And I fly.

Into the water

stroke by stroke.

Every ounce of power

into my legs.

I gasp for air,

The water nearly suffocates me,

My legs are like noodles.

The wall is approaching

as fast as a speeding bullet.

I kick, flip, hold my breath,

past the flags.

Only seven more laps to go.

But that doesn't stop me.

The water seems to be warmer,

My legs become weaker and weaker

after every passing second.

I feel like a dead fish.

Someone shouts my name.

Then another.

They're cheering for me.

I am a shark paddling towards my prey.

The clock stops

as my arm pounds the wall.

It's all over.

Sixth place.

Last but not least.

I am a winner in my own small way.