My legs carry me to the diving board.

I look to the left; I look to the right,

and the tall swimmers strike a nervous chord.

Despite being short, I will give a fight.

On your mark, get ready, beep, beep, beep. Splash!

Kicking with my strength, Pulling with my might.

Me and the partakers glide in a flash.

As we make the turn my muscles feel tight.

I know that I have three more laps to go;

I slowly feel my power going out.

My coach telling me to defeat my foe.

Muscles throbbing, I began to have doubt.

The scoreboard’s numbers don’t matter to me

because when I look, bobbing heads I see.