Raps

Raps written by the students.

My Game

I wrote this poem because I love netball

As the whistle flows, my energy flows.
I get the pass, but I know it’s not the last.
I swing it to Ella on the ring.
I sprint to the post and jump, just as my girl gives me a bump!
As I fall, I catch the ball.
A free for me.
The ball flies through the goal’s net, time to place your bet!
(Taya, 7/8, 2018)