Netball Game Day

• Shontel Wilson, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2014

Up and over, and in the hoop the score begins and she starts to shoot.
The games gone wild, the cars go toot.
The outside court begins to Hoot.
The time ticks over, and starts the crowd going crazy.
The silver ferns are making turns,
They’re running a streak.
The victory isn’t being taken by the creaks.
Game well played, the ferns shine bright.