Volleyball

• Emily Mannix, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

You'll have lots of fun, plenty of people you'll greet,
Every time you go, the more you'll meet.
Each week you play a different team,
Heading towards your Olympic dream.
Up so high the ball will soar,
Can't you hear the crowds all roar?
The whistle blows and it's half time,
So your team sits down on the line.
Back onto the court you get,
On the other side of the net.
You quickly gulp down your sports drink,
While your team all cheer in sync.
You go shake hands under the net,
Then walk off the court dripping with sweat.
The mums are happy 'cos you're getting fit,
While all they have to do is sit!