Number One In Red Poem by Silence Dogood

It was my second time trying out.
I never thought I'd really succeed.
But I guess I had some sort of talent.
Cause for once I made the team.

The coach saw something special.
At least thats what he said.
He handed me a soccor jeresy.
With number one in red.

A smile spead across my face.
And I was on my way.
Practicing all afternoon.
For the game I would soon play.

And soon I was standing on the field.
Running as fast as I could.
Trying to get the ball and score.
From which I surely would.

And that did happen.
Along with so much more.
I had gotten the ball.
And made the winning score.

The team erupted into cheers.
And the crowd rose to their feet.
All calling out my name.
Even the team in defeat.

My team had picked me up.
And raised me above their heads.
For all to see my school jeresy.
With number one in red.

written for my friends for a school project