Big Finish

This is the second of a podcast series for and about my English Honors II class. In this podcast, I explain the assignment for students to write a poem with Anglo Saxon attributes, and Ch'Rae reads her Beowulfish poem, "Big Finish."



Big Finish

by Ch'Rae

Dripping in sweat, Samantha stepped up to the white line that, in the end, would decide her future.
She dropped into position; One that she had assumed all too often.
Waiting for that one sound; the sound that would send her off to victory.
"On your mark..."
she was on it.
"Get set..."
she was set.
Click.
False alarm.
The slow trigger-puller of Roosevelt High slithered his long noodle of a body over to the powder-giver.
Samantha stood and watched patiently, heart cold and thumping.
Sweat seemed to pour more and more from behind her ears, her forehead, hands, and feet.
She was ready.
The crowd was silent, eager to hear the noise as well.

Once again, on your mark, get set, BOOM!
Samantha was off, a lightning bolt to the others.
Wind in her face, she rounded the first curve, hearing none of the other spiked sport shoes behind her.
Now came the straightaway. She could handle it. Small drops of sweat fell onto her legs, arms, and in her eyes, yet she still ran.
On and on she went.
Second curve, time to bring it all home.

She hit the straightaway and accelerated swiftly.
None of the others stood a chance.
Then, she saw it.
That white line of victory; the finish that would make the team champions.
Her leg strength was amazing and no one else's was even remotely close.
100 meters left.
50 meters.
25 meters.
FINISH!