Dribbling fast up the field,
Defenders chase me, hot on my heels.
I cut the ball to the center, getting set to score,
But the keeper denies the shot and springs back up, ready for more.
I pass to the forward, who spins around the sweeper.
Now the only thing left is the goalkeeper.
The shot bounces off of her hands.
I strike the rebound, and guess where it lands!
Cheers from parents and players fill the air.
And looking back, I could see the keeper's despair.
Oh my gosh Sammy that is a really good poem! I like the last line where it says that stuff about the keeper's despair, it really got to me because I know that I feel the same way when I score a goal. Nice job!
ReplyDeleteI like how you incorperated some sad elements in your poem.
ReplyDeleteI really like the rhyme you used and it was really detailed. I can't think of anything to change. Great job :)
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