The Pitch

The open air
The box of the net
Your muscles jumping
You know this is it.

One goal
One mind
One team
One ball

The score is tied
The rain starts falling
Your lungs forcing the air
You can feel the sting.

Ninety minutes
Eleven players
FIfteen ounces
One hundred meters

And you run.

Author's Note

This is sort of a free-verse poem, please don't judge the structure.

Reviews

one word for you here "Awesome!"

[Erinne S.]

I loved this! I love the sport of soccer and I play it as well. This was a great piece and I could feel your passion throughout this piece. Well done!

~Erinne