I Hear: Teagan

When I think of rugby 
I hear

The coaches last minute talk for the game.

We run out. The crowd roars.

Then growl at the opposition

All sit all wait.

The smack of the foot kicking the ball sounds like a shotgun.

The winger is a cheetah running down the sideline.

Bang! goes the shoulder into the jaw.

Try scored crowd roars.

Game ends, crowd singing like a birds from the treetops.

This is my poem about what I hear at a rugby game.