Fern holding a book.

The Swimming Race
by Nikita

The race is about to start

I get into position with a thumping heart

The whistle blows

I jump into the water like a garden hose

I swallow some water 

Sputter some out

But winning is all I think about 

I get close to the finish line 

I have won the race 

Everyone can see the smile on my face 

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