U11 Basketball

• Damien Ingham
• Poetry
• 2004

The Stadiun is humid and sweat smelling.
It is hot outside
Temperature 41 degrees!
Opposition is huge
Tall, broad and slow looking
But surprisingly fast.
Our team is younger, smaller and slower
This match will be tough
Our coach yells his head off
"RUN, ATTACK, SHOOT" he cries.
We run, we attack we shoot
We sweat, we get tired
Less balls fall through the hoop
We lose.