This afternoon I'll add one of my field day poems. Several years ago, I wrote about 20 poems on all the different events of field day. Field day was definitely my favorite experience of elementary school. We'd look forward to it all year. I am not athletic in the slightest, so it wasn't showing off my skills or the competition that I looked forward to. It was just the fun of playing games, eating popsicles, and being outdoors for a day.
Water Balloon Volleyball
The net is up. The teams are poised,
the water bombs are set.
Anne Marie steps up to serve.
She eyes the sagging net.
The bomb is launched, away it flies,
but gets there with a splash.
The bomb explodes in Richie's hands,
which starts the water bash.
A splash on us. A splash on them,
oh, who will win this game?
Balloons are raining everywhere--
be careful when you aim!
The game goes on. It's getting hot.
Our server tries again.
More points for us. More points for them.
The score is ten to ten.
We're low on bombs. We're getting soaked.
I hope the game's done soon.
Then comes the call: "Game point!" we hear.
It's getting close to noon.
The final bomb then heads our way,
but doesn't clear the net.
And even thought we win the game,
we most liked getting wet.