![]() My SportA Poem by wolff
When the ball hits my foot,
I smile. The black and white spins on for miles. I shoot for the goal, and miss by a lot. Coach tells me to shoot for the goal, not the parking lot. I shoot again, this one comes a little nearer. Coach tells me it was a nice shot, I should be a little clearer. Once more do I kick the ball, and this one goes straight in. Coach tells me it was amazing, and I feel my grin. This is my sport, the one that I love. The one that makes me stronger, and helps me learn. This is my sport, the one that fits like a glove. The one that I want to play longer, and the one for which I yearn. Soccer.
© 2015 wolffAuthor's Note
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