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Title: My Sister's Poem Post by: Ace on September 20, 2008, 11:02:59 pm My sister, for her English class, wrote a poem about paintball. She is an avid paintball fan, like me. ^__^ So, here ya go:
Sneaking and stalking, out of the light No targets here; no enemy in sight. Creeping to cover, shots rang through the air One missed by a mile, one whizzed past my hair. Gun at the ready with adrenaline pumping Paintballs were thwacking, paintballs were thumping. Kneeling and waiting, my body I rested My skills, so it seemed, were about to be tested. A comrade popped out, scoping the field Three shots to his head, in shame, he reeled. "One left!" yelled the shooter, laughing with glee My heart started pounding. They were coming for me. I rolled into position with fingers twitching Boots scraped at the ground, scratching and skritching. Under the trees, one lay on the ground Spotting my prey, I circled around. He stood up, not ducking for cover Then I stood, too; we stared at each other. He looked at me, and then he smiled. "You're just a girl," he said. "You're just a child." He chuckled at me, then raised his gun The battle, to him, has just been won. I saw the kill intent in his eyes But I had left one big surprise. I saw his finger begin to move I shot like a madman; I had something to prove. His comrades griped with broken pride "I can't believe it!" the captain cried, I got them all in a paint pace whirl Four guys defeated by a paintball girl. Message from sis: Thankies for reading! Comments and criticism are welcome. Oh, and you can just call me Anna. =P Title: Re: My Sister's Poem Post by: lindavz on September 20, 2008, 11:14:58 pm My sister, for her English class, wrote a poem about paintball. She is an avid paintball fan, like me. ^__^ So, here ya go: Message from sis: Thankies for reading! Comments and criticism are welcome. Oh, and you can just call me Anna. =P Anna - I am not a big paintball fan (my husband is), but your poem is exquisitely written. How eloquent for you to write about it in such a way that I feel as though I am there also. Bravo! Title: Re: My Sister's Poem Post by: Ace on September 20, 2008, 11:27:31 pm @lindavz (this is Anna): Thank you! That was the goal of my poem -- to write it so that the reader feels that he is smack in the middle of the action. I'm happy to know that I achieved my goal! :-)
Title: Re: My Sister's Poem Post by: Chase25 on September 21, 2008, 05:13:21 pm My sister, for her English class, wrote a poem about paintball. She is an avid paintball fan, like me. ^__^ So, here ya go: Bravo! Bravo! Encore! :PSneaking and stalking, out of the light No targets here; no enemy in sight. Creeping to cover, shots rang through the air One missed by a mile, one whizzed past my hair. Gun at the ready with adrenaline pumping Paintballs were thwacking, paintballs were thumping. Kneeling and waiting, my body I rested My skills, so it seemed, were about to be tested. A comrade popped out, scoping the field Three shots to his head, in shame, he reeled. "One left!" yelled the shooter, laughing with glee My heart started pounding. They were coming for me. I rolled into position with fingers twitching Boots scraped at the ground, scratching and skritching. Under the trees, one lay on the ground Spotting my prey, I circled around. He stood up, not ducking for cover Then I stood, too; we stared at each other. He looked at me, and then he smiled. "You're just a girl," he said. "You're just a child." He chuckled at me, then raised his gun The battle, to him, has just been won. I saw the kill intent in his eyes But I had left one big surprise. I saw his finger begin to move I shot like a madman; I had something to prove. His comrades griped with broken pride "I can't believe it!" the captain cried, I got them all in a paint pace whirl Four guys defeated by a paintball girl. Message from sis: Thankies for reading! Comments and criticism are welcome. Oh, and you can just call me Anna. =P Title: Re: My Sister's Poem Post by: MsRowdyRedhead on September 21, 2008, 11:55:19 pm WONDERFUL... It DOES make you feel like you are there. We used to have paintball teams at my old office, but I only went a few times. I kept breaking my fingernails!
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