Into the pond

Dragging weeds, fierce pain

He went under again

Thrashing arms wildly

Then lifted. Head from water

Gulped air into aching lungs

Strong arms

Dreamed his father was carrying him

He did not wonder

He knew

He could see over him

Unreal, dark faces.

Old man, boy.

Deep voice, gentle hands.

 

by Emily, 5th grade

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