Netball
The sun shine over my body as the game begins
nerves shimmer down my body.
my enemies down the court charge towards me like
bulls chasing a red flag,
my skin is burning and turning red
I get the ball it's almost as hard as a rock,
my pass being blocked by my evil opponent
I score,
and the whistle blows leaving music to my ears.
Hi Wene,
ReplyDeleteI like your poem its very good. You have very good descriptive language. You are a very good writer.
Tamara