Friday, August 1, 2008

Waterpolo Feelings Poem



Water is calmly rippling through the pool.

Adversaries eying us as we do our warm
up.

Tone of the couch is as loud as a lion's roar.

Engaging the audience’s attention with our
powerful swim off.

Rotating everywhere to get that ball that I have my eyes set on.

Pumping myself faster and faster.

Oops I just swam over someone.

Lunging myself towards that goal.

Olympic gold…here we come!

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