The Game Poem by Thomas Payne

The Game

Smell of popcorn runs through my nose,
Warming up for the championship game

More nervous than ever before,
Ref throws ball up in the air and jump ball is on

Game has begun,
One team versus another

Sweat drips down my face,
As the came is tied 22 to 22

Heart is jumping out of my chest,
Intensity at a new high

I leap for the ball like a lion leaping for prey,
1 minute left in the game

Pass the ball in,
As the clock runs down.