The Pontoon! By Breana Fahey

Walking up to,
The pontoon,
Nervous,
Filled with fear.

Scared,
I would,
Hit the rocks,
Looking down,
Through the cracks,
2 metres high,
It felt like 10.

Scared I was going,
To trip.

Finally,
I found some,
Courage.

Lilly beside me,
Counting,
1 2 3 go.

I saw Lilly,
Hit the water,
Now it was my turn.

1 2 3,
I was in the air,
I felt like a bird soaring through the sky,

Splash,
I wanted to do it all again.