May 5, 2009
The finish of our season is quickly arriving,
We maintain our press; all legs are driving,
As the end approaches our vision is clear,
This is the last 100 meters of the year,
Insistent upon on pressing until the end,
Pressing so hard our oars will bend,
Our heads held high, eyes full of desire,
We don't know quitting and strive to inspire,
Driving to successfully end our season,
We won't stop now- that would be treason,
No time for weakness in this final piece,
We live for each other like a flock of geese,
It seems too soon for our season to weigh `nuff,
We just can't wait to eat `em up!
- Alison Cohen '12