Monday 5 December 2016

Last week Tautoro school had athletics. These are some poem's about how I felt.

High jump

Waiting in line
Getting myself ready
Whaea Roseina called my name
“GO”

Off I went with a BLITZ and a BLAZE
I jogged the curve line
I jumped over fear and made it to the
Next round
“YAY”!

Back in line I sat
Waiting for my next turn
“GO”
With all eyes on me
Telling me I can go

Once again I ran and I tried to jump
the pole BUT instead of jumping
I hit the pole and fall off the mat with a
“BANG” and a “BOOM”
 
“YOUR OUT” the Whaea Roseina said to me,
So I sat and watch the rest have their turn.


Sprints

The black oily start line,
Putting pressure on myself,
Feeling nervous racing with my friends!

Matt said
“ON YOUR MARK GET SET GO”
The clappers went off
My feet as tired as they could get
Feeling like a broken ship wreck
Running to the end of the finish line
Coming 2nd then 3rd I’m equal I heard
You're nearly there keep on going
Just one more step!!!

Finished YAY
HOORAY I’m not last
I’m equal.