Cricket
Slowly I jog back to my mark,
Even slower I start my three metre run up,
Then when my left foot touches the pale white line
I release the blood red leather cricket ball with spin
angling to middle stump,
‘BASH’ it hits the English Willow stumps plum on middle stump,
HOWZAT! I yell at the same time as turning round and pointing
my fingers at the umpire,
The umpire raises his finger,
I go celebrate with my team.
By Ollie
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ReplyDeleteI really liked your story it makes a good picture in my mind and it also makes me feel like I was there.
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