Cheers soar through the crowd,
showing they are proud.
The pressure begins to grow,
as your team is watching from front row.
The butterflies fly around tummy,
you know it's not time to stand around like a mummy.
"Swimmers take your mark"- is your key to prepare,
"Go" - the swimmers dive at the same time so it is fair.
You jump and soar,
the crowd's cheers grows to roars.
No matter what stroke,
you know it's not time to be a slow poke.
As you reach for the touch pad it may seem long,
no matter what just finish strong.
nobody watches swimming nor cheers at it, but its a good poem i guess
ReplyDeleteThat is a great poem Eliza, you should be a poet when you grow up.
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