The Trials
Just ten minutes ago I was rested well.
Now I am thinking about being done
Before I can get there I hear a cow bell.
I remember my qualification.
I am the best in the world without doubt
Nobody can beat me, I repeat this thought.
I stay calm not risking getting wore out.
As the end is nearing, I still uncaught
Just me me with the finish line, and the crowd
Whooping and hollering as I get close.
And there is my coach looking very proud.
I get done and go into my signature pose
Getting to the Olympics was always my dream
Now I am living it thanks to my team.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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