Thursday, December 2, 2010

Poem (extra cedit)

The Feel of The Game

Head held up high
Sneakers neat and tied
Helmet safely secured
While the a ocean blue eye
Peeks out
Through the open spaces

A gun shot rings out
So loud and clear
You race down the feild
Focusing on nothing but the ball
Cheers and screams, as the crowd goes wild

The heat
The pressure
The determination to win this game
Sweat slowly drips down your face
As you run down the feild
Heading for that goal
With more confidence than anyone else
With all your heart and soul

You make it there
You hear all the cheers
You take a breath
And you know its the end

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