Glowing bright yellow, the sun and
the crisp morning awaited. My pounding heart was excited ready for the touch
tournament. The sun’s long sunshine arms invaded Paterson Park. My
pumping blood vessels were in joy.
[The whistle blew]
Dodging through Ngaruawahia, Logan as fast
as lightning. ran nearly all the way. Huffing and puffing, Logan lost
his breath. He could not breathe. His lungs were about to explode. He made it, dived and
scored.
Smiling in
joy, and yelling in each other’s faces, we paraded around Patterson Park saying
we won.
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