Emily’s netball poem

playing netball
Emily and her sister playing netball


On the court, hands clenched – waiting for the whistle 
Referee blows, everyone sprints – running like a missile. 

Pass and pivot, pass and pivot all the way down the court 
At the goal, misses the net, curses at being short! 

Run and dodge to get away, people trip and fall 
Losing their possession of the all-important ball. 

Back to centre, make a pass; 
Intercepted by someone fast. 

Swerve and sprint and jump and dash 
Two girls collide and make a crash. 

The subs now join, the match goes on 
Until time’s run out … and my school’s won!