Netball

• Tyra Fallon, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2012

Netball
Here comes the ball again
It’s coming, it’s still coming
bounce, bounce, bounce
It’s coming closer, Closer, CLOSER
Damn someone else got the ball before me
Now I have to…. Bounce, bounce that sounds like the BALL, Yeah I have a chance to get it
I am running to get it again someone bet me to it
I HATE this game, it’s so frustrating
“TYRA” that is my name and someone is calling it. The ball is coming, still coming, STILL COMING
I look at my player
She is getting ahead of me
Bounce
Aha, I’ve got the ball, ha-ha she didn’t get it. I have to throw the ball, but where, where, where am I suppose to throw it?
Come to me, come, come someone
Get out of my face you, you, you annoying player
Aha, Aimee is clear, I will throw the netball to her
There, she has the ball
I call for it again and again and again, Aimee doesn’t throw it to me, I am getting annoyed now, REALLY ANNOYED
Yes, we scored a goal
“Get off me” says my player
“Well, why don’t you get off me. I am suppose to be next to you, I am a Defender
My player is really annoying and I feel like making her cry
One minute left and it is a tie, I have to get the ball down to our end
Bounce, bounce, bounce here comes the ball
I take the chance to grab the ball
Yes, I got it
I throw it down to our GS (Darcy)
It takes for ever to get down to the goal ring. Eventually it does
She shoots it’s going, it’s going, it’s going and though
DING, DING, DING
WE WIN