Emily L.

A Minute Flat

I pull my fastskin onto my body
a bathing suit so tight
I gasp for air.

As I approach the blocks
I breathe in, breathe out.
The whistles are blown,
three short then one long.

I step onto the block
“take your mark” I hear.
Finally it comes
the buzzer to begin my race.

I propel my body through the air
a rush of cold overtakes me
as I hit the water.

Creating a hurricane
my arms spin like a windmill.

Inhale then exhale.

My coach screams
and motions from the side.

One length
two lengths
three
and finally four.

The touchpad!

With my last stroke
my hand hits the pad.
A minute flat.




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]


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