Paintball game

• Ryan Stephens, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2004

Markers clean, glinting like gold,
Loaders full, big and bold,
Tanks are filled and icy cold,

Grabbing my mask heading for the field,
Markers armed and ready to wield,
Ready to take all that is dealt,

The buzzer sounds,the paint takes flight
Already started,has a great fight,
Sprinting to the standup at the right,

Heart thumping,
Adrenaline pumping
Trigger finger jumping,

The ref calls out,that's it that's,all,
Our chance of winning was very small,
But we have won, that's it that's all.